Wild Camping

August 2014

Once again I’m ridiculously late in posting these. Life moves so fast and sometimes it feels like there is no time to take a breath and reflect on things. On my quarter-of-a-century birthday I drove out into the Scottish wilderness with two of my best friends and we camped under the stars next to a big old tree and a stream. Nothing compares to falling asleep to the pitter patter of rain on canvas and waking up to birdsong and the sound of flowing water. Back home in the city the intoxicating woodsmoke perfume lingered on our clothes, a reminder of perfect days spent out in nature.

Some words I wrote inspired by the dancing flames of the campfire:

We are often inexplicably drawn to things which aren’t good for us, dangerous things, like the innocent moth lured to the fire by the bright embers, but when she follows this guiding light she burns and fades to ashes and dust. Sometimes it’s hard to find a balance between light and dark because they are so intrinsically entwined. Sometimes we can’t know what is good or right for us until we see the path we have walked in hindsight. Maybe all we can do is fuel the fire within us so that it burns so bright that it lights up the even the blackest darkness…

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