Our neighbor invited us to walk in his woods. He told us there are lots of trails, in the winter, people go there to cross country ski. I’ve walked there a few times but all the trial I could find seemed to just end shortly into the walk.
Today I needed to clear my head, I was having a hard time focusing and was filled with self doubts. Usually I walk in the woods behind our house, but I decided to try our neighbors trails again. Mostly to do something different.
It was the first time for Fate in these woods, but I don’t have to worry about her. She’s a different dog when we walk in the woods. Different from the dog who herds sheep and from the dog who sits in my studio and from the dog who walks with me, Jon and Red. When me and Fate walk in the woods together it seems to me like Fate’s more mature more serious. She’ll chase a chipmunk, but she keeps close to me, waits if I stop and is always ready to head back to where we came from. And she always knows how to get back, which path to take, even if it’s our first time there.
Today, those trails that in the past were dead ends, opened up for me. We followed an old farm fence to the top of a corn field on a hill that gave a view of mountains I never knew were there. One trail took us to a green field, too green for this time of year, there was a broken down trailer and two fields away I could see Route 22, the road I live on, but I had no idea where I was. Fate and I back tracked and I let her choose the way when we came to a place, that I didn’t recognize, where three trails came together. And hour later we were back in my neighbors driveway.
I don’t know how it happened, but I felt like I stepped through the back of the wardrobe and it opened up a whole new world. I know if I walk those woods enough I’ll find my landmarks, get to know all the trails. But today it was a bit of a mystery, as if the wood and I were ready for each other. And it was just what I needed to help get myself back to me.