At least once every year I go on a wild camping/painting trip. I have my secret spots. No people, no loud music, just the sounds of nature.
I bathe in the river and swim naked in the lake, watching clouds and trees move on the steep rocky slopes. I watch the stars at nights and I am scared of bears, kindling my little fire, alerted by every rustle of dry undergrowth. I pray to Michael and Raphael and I sleep with hunting knife, to at least go down in a soldier way if I have to.
Every morning is a redemption and a proof that it was 100 times worth it. Funnily enough the other day there was a bear right in front of my tent when I woke up. He ran away as I peeked my head out, not interested in me. I was like WTF bro!
Sunshine touches my tired face and I prepare tea. I go for morning bath and the water hugs me in her cool embrace. When it gets hot I sit on a fallen tree or a stone and I crack open a beer that I managed to keep cold thanks to my cooler with half melted ice in it.
I sit in the grass and let the ants crawl over me when I paint. I don't mind. It's their forest. I'm a visitor here. Looking to merge with this harmony around me, waiting for epiphany, and magically enough - receiving one.
###Thank you mother nature. Thank you creator. Thank you for this life. It is indeed so beautiful!
And how do you recharge and re-balance yourself?
Thank you for reading and for all the support!
Much Love to all, always!
