Yesterday‘s birthday walk with my dear friend turned into a gift for me, too. As walked the familiar path in the woods by my old neighborhood, I collected bits of myself I’d left behind. Stitching them back together, I feel more myself.
In our haste to move 3 miles north three years ago, I let go of those woods and my daily walks to my secret spot and favorite tree. Like old friends reuniting, it felt like no time had passed since we were last together. I plan to visit myself there more often, facilitating my healing and wholing from the hasty move.
What parts of yourself have you left behind in haste? What would help you collect those parts for your wholeness? Ki to Happiness walks the old path and remembers herself to the trees and secret spots in the woods.