Returning home from camping with my biology students, I am reluctant to wash the field and forest soil, sweat, and river mud from my skin. There is something grounding in being greeted by the kiss of dew in the morning and the soft sounds of zippers opening on tents. The vulnerability of sleeping in a field or forest is a powerful reminder of how dependent we are on other creatures…especially each other.
“Carry me with you when you go forth over land and sea, for touching you is enough…”
Photo: This little guy was in the road after being hit by a car. He stayed with me for several miles on a hike near the banks of the Potomac. He sipped water from my fingers and eventually flew off into the honeysuckle. Invited…life will visit. Enjoy it.