Whenever I find myself ensconced in nature.


I quickly come to the realization that it is my appreciation of the solace and the peace of mind that I am always able to procure from it.



I walked, and I did it because I was compelled to do so.


Because, I felt that my creativity was at a low ebb and I knew that disconnecting and rebooting myself would be precisely what I needed.

Today, I was looking for the “solace point”.

This is the point where the sound from the “connected” world is overtaken by the embrace from Mother Nature.

If you walking in a park – it is the place where the silence overtakes the world that  you’ve left behind.

No cars, the rustle from the city and etc;

I stopped when I found it here.


Whenever I hit this cosmic latitude and longitude; everything seems to come into focus.


Understanding that I don’t have it all figured out is a colossal weight off my shoulders.

The hardest thing to commit to.

Is the realization that the respective trials and tribulations that we endure are just “scenes” in the grand production of our lives.


Sometimes the hardest thing to do is the one that should come easiest…

Being still.

Breathing in…



Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.

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