It’s getting to be that time of year around here. You know, that time of year when the warm air seeps in under the windows and door frames and with a ‘come hither’ finger curl beckons you outside. It whispers sweet little nothings about laying in the grass under cherry blossom trees or eating your lunch under a tree. It just so happens that when nature calls to me, I don’t just kinda listen to it. I wrap my arms around it and give it a big old bear hug. This is photographic evidence of me and spring k-i-s-s-i-n-g in a tree. We trekked out to Hornbeck’s Creek Falls this weekend to go hiking for the day. It was a bit breezier than the boys would’ve liked but after they got moving everyone warmed up to the idea. This was Finn’s first time hiking all by himself. We didn’t even bring the baby pack. And in case you are wondering, that is not a fly swatter my baby is carrying there. That would be his ‘fern swatter’ or ‘dragon sword.’ Plastic fly swatters are all the rage with montessori, I’m told. Finn only recently discovered the joy of dandelions. Unfortunately, he sometimes enjoys them in his mouth. Selecting rocks is serious business. Throwing them back is almost as serious. Almost. There are amazing mushrooms growing everywhere. I will only share this one photo out of the 100 that I took for the sanity of my readers. So I must tell you that if you plan on making the trip to Hornbeck’s Falls, you should a. be prepared to walk through some knee deep river crossings or b. shimmy across a series of precariously placed logs. Over the winter a bridge washed out and it is no longer a dry journey to get back to the falls. We were going to turn back because we didn’t think we could carry Finn and my camera bag, all while crossing the strong post-storm current but alas, Vader would not hear of it. He-Man went down river, found a remnant of the washed out bridge and hauled it to make an impromptu bridge. Once we got to the center of the river, he then hauled our bridge to the other side so we could cross the last leg of the creek, classic team building style. Perseverance, kids. Perseverance. I’ll just say hardcore parkour. I sat by this mossy tree and worked on lotus for a bit. Lotus is really hard for me since I broke my ankle in a drunken New Year’s eve stupor one year and never got the bone set. Ah, to be 19 and stupid, but I digress. I think the moss really helped. (if only I could line my mat with it at home) When we got back to the falls, I immediately spied a beautiful flat spot in the middle of the creek. Of course it was inaccessible from the path but did that stop my little yogini heart? Absolutely not. Liam, my ever vigilant camera assistant, had my back and endured, only God knows how many, wild injuries walking through pricker bushes, across logs, and rotting driftwood piles. My other boys sat and enjoyed the falls from the comfort of the dry banks. I only just built up enough shoulder strength to do urdhva dhanurasana (wheel pose) so I’ve been doing it anywhere people will let me, waterfalls included. My daily yoga practice is such an important part of my life as it provides me with balance, energy, and a vibrance that I haven’t felt, well, ever, nevermind since being diagnosed with lupus. I am so grateful to have been able to get out to that space and just breathe and ground myself to the earth, even if just for a moment or two. We had an absolutely amazing time at the falls, I highly reccommend it. Here’s a link for directions and info.
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