Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Fairy rings, magic mushrooms, and the mossy place in our hearts

One of the comments from Heather regarding our first anchoring experience got me thinking. She said "...at anchor, my favorite place to be...". Naturally that made me think "what is my favorite place to be?"

I want to say its on the water, at anchor, bobbing peacefully in our home. I want to say that, because that would make a beautiful end/beginning to this love story of Me Voy. I want to say that, because Me Voy deserves to be the favorite, because I feel like others want to hear that and because I feel a vague sense of guilt for not saying it. But... as I look deeply into the truth of my heart I know that my favorite place to be  is the Forest.


 Luckily, Travis, Chopper and Billy all agree with me. We all feel the call of the mossy earth deep within our bones. Therefore every year, we make it a priority to spend some time camping in the surrounding forests. This year thanks to a great website called Freecampsites we followed GPS coordinates to a place where fairies dance and sunlight dapples mossy trails.

Located in West Virginia, this place is seriously magical...


Here we talked to the mushrooms and tried to photograph the fairies...




We slept listening to the frogs sing and awoke to the beautiful tapestry of gently rustling leaves...



We watched with awe as Billy entered samadhi during his morning meditation...



and, inspired, we continued in peace our own practices...



We philosophized by the fire...



purified in the water...


played in the woods...


and in the tent...


And after a week of the earth biscuit life, only Chopper wanted to know when we can go home and sleep on the couch.




3 comments:

jomomma said...

I love camping! I would never dream of taking a cat though.

Heather on Meerkat said...

Well your tent was anchored! So technically you were at anchor. And if we had forests like that here in dry SoCal I want to be in one too! Amazing pics - wow!

Travis and Maggie said...

Jomama, Billy has blown our minds! I'm not sure I can even call him a cat. He comes when we whistle, learned that one from Chopper I think, hangs out in the tent if we go for longer hikes, and loves to explore with us on shorter jaunts. He stopped screaming during car rides, and as you see from the other pics on the boat, has even taken to sailing...
Heather that's funny. We actually passed a place on the way that was called "the anchorage", which made us go hmmmm. Just can't beat the forest in the heat. It was actually chilly. Loved it!