Tell Me To Take A Hike

Why don’t you go take a hike! Hehe, okay. Am I supposed to be offended by that? Shoot Yeah, I’ll gladly take a hike. Far away off into the woods, off the beaten path even. You go right on with your grouchy self, I’ll find wonders and sights unseen. I’ll find hidden treasures and gems of nature that are beyond our wildest dreams. I’ll dare to take the adventure.

I’ll find hidden mountain streams, listen to the roar of underground waters rushing and raging, anxiously through the echo of caverns people didn’t even know were there. I’ll see waterfalls on the mountainside left alone because it’s unknown. There are some you know, off the beaten path, high on the mountains, left untainted by over attraction, and trash from visitors enjoyed peacefully to those adventurous enough to find it and kind enough to leave it the way they found it.

Places our ancestors knew well, and that they cared for. Energetic masterpieces for those sensitive enough to tap into it. Holding echoes of days past, fond memories, and hopes for the coming days. Places where time is not relentlessly measured, but where moments just are. Where nature’s cadence is unmatched by the hustle and bustle of the towns. It’s own unique song, here in this spot completely different from the tune played even 10 miles away in another direction and another stop.

Sometimes choirs of birds sing a song that only they know. Songs my ears are blessed to hear heavenly, transcending. A crescendo of nature’s exalted sound. The symphony of the wind and streams. The unmatched drumline of the rhythmic woodpecker and the nuts falling to the ground. I hear songs that will never play the same way ever again. Cicadas lullabies with starlit skies. Meteor showers far away from the tainting of artificial light. Beauty that brings tears to your eyes. Reminders whispered in the wind, that the world is still full of beautiful things, happiness and peace. Warmth in the sun. A renewal of hopes and dreams.

So, go ahead tell me to take a hike. I’ll gladly do it and if you are lucky, I might take you along with me. We will be modern-day explorers searching for the treasures of the outdoors. Places where you are free to daydream and create adventures like when you were a kid. Where you will remember the things you once did, the laughter before it faded from responsibilities and stress. Go take a hike, I dare you.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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