Last weekend, I spent a much needed break from everything up in PA with my husband and dad. Though part of the weekend consisted of me pretending to be Annie Oakley and relieving some stress through firing off some rounds on our property, what I enjoyed most was the simple act of being in the middle of the woods, far away from society as I know it. There is something so peaceful in walking outside in the morning and hearing only the sounds of birds chirping or an animal roaming through the surrounding woods, the falling branches crackling beneath paws. Having no responsibilities, no worries, no place to rush off too, I was able to just relax my mind and breathe.
I'll leave you with this little note from Lord Byron, who couldn't have said how I felt more perfectly.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
- Lord Byron
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