This past weekend I stumbled upon a little hideaway where somebody was living. I was drawn to the spot after seeing a pink balloon in the brush. I hiked in to check it out and saw a rolled up air mattress. It freaked me out a little at first, of course my first thought being there’s a body hidden in there! Well, there was no body, just the air mattress and a faded pink birthday balloon. I turned to see a pink Disney princess sleeping bag hanging over a bent tree to dry. It was soggy, dirty and very worn. As I turned more I saw a tarp on the ground and some items that most would have assumed were trash, but I figured they were the only possessions this person/family had left. I clicked the camera and climbed through the brush to get out of there as quickly as I could. I felt an odd and unusual emotional sensation, like I accidentally saw into somebody’s dismal misfortune. I wanted to cry. I didn’t look back.
I walked onward to one of my favorite sections of the greenbelt, about half way between Quinn’s Pond and Veteran’s Park. There’s this massive stone bench I perch myself upon to immerse my thoughts deep into the Boise River. Her banks still overflowing beyond restraint, I wonder when she’s going to gain back control or if this will be her new normal. Then I asked her in a subdued raspy whisper Do YOU believe in me? Do YOU know if I do it? I feel I CAN do it, the thru-hike! I KNOW I can do it! Why couldn’t I? WHAT CAN STOP ME? And then I waited, listening for her answer that I’d never hear. I laid back on the cold stone and smiled at the sky. I thought how grateful am I that the flock of geese overhead didn’t drop a turd on me.
What I really like about springtime is not that winter’s over, it’s that so much is reborn! The scents were heavy, sweet, and floral. I could have easily become intoxicated by them and lulled into a nap in the warm grass. I didn’t though in fear of somebody thinking I may have passed out or worse, dead!
Peace, my loves, wherever your journey takes you! ~ Dawn