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Everything has changed and nothing has changed.
on dis-location and re-location in our lives
Maybe I had to change my location to see it. Sometimes you have to move around a bit, shift the perspective from where you are looking to observe what is really happening (or not). That shift was needed for me, and maybe for my friend too.
We have both had difficult years.
For my friend, it has been the illness and caretaking of a parent (on top of school and work and family). For me, there have been stresses and strains with home and family, the publishing of a book about my struggles with my father and his terminal illness, in addition to my work with others as a therapist and spiritual director, journeying with others who are experiencing similar strains on their path through this life.
So in the name of taking care of the caregivers, we went to the woods, specifically to the Fiery Gizzard Trail in South Cumberland State Park in Tennessee.
Thoreau went to the woods for two years, two months, and two days. My friend and I had reserved a campsite for two nights.
Still, it was enough time to set up our tents for shelter, to hike and be tired, and to set up two hammocks for rest. And…
