There’s something holy and majestic about this place. About sitting up here on this bluff, overlooking thousands and thousands of trees, stretching on as far as I can see.

Nature.

Just…existing.

Doing what it always does.

Just being.

While we work and stress and worry it’s all still here…always here…just being what it was created to be.

My faithful rock waits for me to sit and breathe…to let it hold the weight of it all for a while, while I let go and sit…watching…

Trees, swaying back and forth, dancing with the wind…

Hawks, gliding effortlessly on the breeze…soaring, circling, in a dance of their own…

Shadows of the clouds on thousands of trees…ever-changing and moving…

Rocks and cliffs…steady & faithful, ages old and still here. How many stories do these rocks hold?

How many people have sat on this rock where I sit now over the ages…finding peace, soaking in the steady dance of nature?

Contemplating life…letting things go…hopeful of the future…healing and growing…breathing in the quiet.

Soaking in the holiness and majesty of it all.

That’s why I’ve come here through the years.

It grounds me. It draws me in and calls me to do nothing but just be.

To let go of trying to be and just exist fully.

I come here for solitude…peace…silence…healing.

With all of the majesty and magnitude and beauty that I’m surrounded with, it’s so quiet.
Until the breeze blows…making the leaves rustle and dance…and then it stops and there’s silence again.

The peace consumes me.

The silence here doesn’t scream loneliness but whispers of the richness of solitude and peace.

It’s the place where I come to try to understand what it means to just “be”, as I sit here and watch everything doing what it was created to do…effortlessly…without a thought or care or a worry…

If I could just be that hawk, soaring…not afraid to do what I was designed to do…not overthinking, questioning, worrying…just soaring and being.

If I could just be that tree, clothed in
scarlett leaves…not afraid of the change…but changing ever so graciously with the seasons…no fear of what’s to come or fear of letting go of what was. If I could just be at peace, knowing that sometimes beauty is born in the dying of things.

For this moment in time, all of my roaring thoughts cease. It’s finally quiet in me. I’m learning from the dance of nature how to embrace being fully me.

How to just be.

❤Nicole