Adventures in mind-land

Being in the military has its perks. Although, I don’t always find it a perk to go camping in a structured setting. But nonetheless, it’s an unforgettable experience each & every time.

Of course we stay home or go out of state for such trainings. They always do a great job at finding a good tree line, or forest as one normally calls it.

I’m the type of person who gets lost in a moment. I am a daydreamer.

As we do sweeps of the area that surrounds us, as we take lunch breaks, when we just so happen to have nothing to do for hours, & even as we are about to pull an all-nighter just staring at the tree in front of us pulling security… I find it fascinating to imagine being there for a completely different reason.

I observe and absorb everything around me. The trees back home are miniature compared to the tallest and widest of trees in these forests. The ground we walk on is full of needle leaves which are so soft and comfortable to lay on at night. It never fails that I get a whiff of chamomile growing somewhere, & it drives me crazy that I can’t find the patch to pick a few flowers from. I pretend to hunt as I listen for movement near me. I soak up the peaceful moments in which I see the forest for the beauty that it is. If there is a stream of water I of course dip my fingers in to the clear water. So refreshing on a very hot and humid day, although sometimes the water is just as hot. When I see bugs or creatures I pretend they’re my friends & hope they follow me all the way home. Have you ever seen the stars as bright as they are when there is no distracting light for miles? The moon so much bigger, & the stars so much brighter & colorful. If there are clouds, you can see the colored aura emitting from the moon, or so that’s my theory, haven’t googled it yet.

Sometimes I wish I lived in a cottage in the middle of a forest. Unbothered by no one, an adventure a day, & soaking up nature.

Then my moment gets ruined by a task in my training reality, or by a scary movie I once saw that took place in an endless forest with crazy folklore.

Just a small phase, & it happens every time. At least it makes time go by faster as opposed to just sitting there blankly staring at the ant making its way into my MRE bag to try to take a crumb back to its hill. Then, time would be excruciatingly slow.