“For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels.”
~ Henry Thoreau
This Infidel was certainly feeling the need for a crusade. Weeks, if not months of self-imposed confinement (difficult to make travel a priority in the midst of selling one home and settling into another) had left me feeling restless, at least on the days when I wasn’t feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. The winter months had simply added insult to injury.
It was time to set aside the purging, the packing, the painting, and all the people parading through what had once been our family home for the last 20 years.
It was time to reconquer this Holy Land, time to crusade for that which nurtures the heart and mind and soul, ergo my wanderlust. It was time for a walk in the woods, time for some fresh air to clear the mental fog.
The price was right, the weather just as suitable, albeit a bit windy. Then again, it was March. And so off we went, just me and my shadow, going forth into the wild to reclaim this Holy Land from the hands of Infidels. I’ve been called worse.
Alas, my crusade wasn’t as wild as it was spooky. Then again, I’ve always been one for a vivid imagination.
Truly, I've been cooped up far too long; and clearing the mental fog will be an ongoing crusade.
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