trekked into pisgah again today with lawrence. explored off trail and onto some old logging roads. the magic of ferns and pines filled our being today. traces of deer and fox (perhaps) were seen as well as a copperhead and many ground nests of bees.
we went deeper than before and found the wild spirit of the place to be very strong. i was happy to feel it and know it. tinder mushrooms and big oaks. stands of straight young poplars. the gray of their bark and the gray of the light among them. the brilliance of wingstem flowers. the soft white of mountain mint.
we collected some black locust for a bow stave and some straight poplars for staffs. carved a couple throwing sticks and practiced our aim.
we shared our hearts, our dreams and our wild spirits