I’m not sure of much, but what I do know…nature is the best healer regardless of what ails you.
You can almost feel her embrace as you enter her realm. Could be a breeze blowing caressing your shoulders, or crocuses waving, coaxing you in.
If you look up birds peek amid the branches of sturdy old trees telling you, you’re sturdy too…don’t kid yourself.
Dogs align your path on a mission to have fun while squirrels run by reminding you to not take life so seriously. And when the young raccoon misses his curfew scampering to his mother who was probably up all night worrying, same as you, you think…if he was okay, there’s a pretty good chance, I will be too.
Grass that was just so barren is now Irish green. Cardinals and bluejays coat the sky, their colors blending with your tears all but dry.
You’re lungs, suddenly clear breathing in the fresh air.
Did someone just speak to me…as you turn to find no one there. It was nature whispering, all will be well, as you collect yourself to run, grateful for limbs that still carry you.