call of the wild

i find refuge in the wilderness.

in camping, barefoot and brazen, running whimsically through branches and brambles, daring to trip and fall and cry and then laugh at myself.

this weekend we're going camping in northern ontario. i'm greatly anticipating the murmur of moonlit nights, calm waves lapping at our canoe, card games and smoky fires.

the warm embrace of God's creation. a gentle call into the quiet we all long for. a silence in which our souls are finally heard.