a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
❝ She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, “This way, this way.” ❞
— 'Women Who Run With the Wolves', Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D —