Time Alone

Brit / Annia (Brittney)
3 min readMay 4, 2020
‘camping ‘— scrixels {via tumblr}

You got, one face cloth
Kind of a rag but it’s perfect to use
You leave it hung over a wire and sticks
You rigged up above by the fire

You got, a little vehicle
It’s pretty good

You put the seats down in the back,
And got a piece of foam to put on top of it
Just in case it rains, and floods the tent

You sleep in the car one night
But realize you prefer the feeling of the ground

It rains.

You wake up and smell petrichor,
A term for the the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil

The word is constructed from Greek petra (πέτρα), meaning “rock” or “stone”, and īchōr (ἰχώρ), the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

You feel the softness of rain,
The shy, muted air

It’s cleansing you

It stops.

The sun actually comes out, sprinkling through the trees
You get ready for your day inside the tent
You don’t mind the wetness of the ground,
The scent is so beautiful, and the birds are out — singing again

Breakfast is boiled water for tea and oatmeal with berries you picked nearby
You meditate by the river near your camp alone
You feel inner peace.

You spend the day in nature, collecting found materials for art
You enjoy the sounds of the forest, healing and therapeutic to the soul

It gets warmer, you find a large stone that appears comfortable
This is where you nestle in to write

You look around and notice the pure silence, totally interrupted by Nature.
It’s very busy here… You notice your environment

You are safe here. You have everything you need.
There are no bears in these parts, only rabbits and fish

The sun begins to settle

You stoke a fire for the night and turn on the radio

An old tune plays through the old speaker

It’s a song that reminds you of the feeling of “home”
The kind of home feeling you always want and cherish

Reminds you of a place,
a place you love inside yourself

A feeling of belonging and contentment

The radio is turned off and you return to the silence of nature

The fire cracks, you stare into the flame

You reflect upon your life and where you feel your path is headed
You feel secure and confident knowing you have chosen to stay true to your self above all else — You realize you have been able to re-discover your self worth by facing the things you tried to escape before.

You feel proud of yourself. You love yourself,
and you express that in your mind.

You are grateful for life, including all of its challenges.

You look up at the moon and see stars peppered all around it…

You thank the moon and take it’s presence as a blessing.

You feel good.

You go to sleep in your tent, zipping and snuggling in
You brought blankets to go with your sleeping bag,
You get very cozy

You close your eyes and smile

All is well in your world.

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Brit / Annia (Brittney)

Born & Raised in Newfoundland Since 1992. MultiDiscipline Artist - Writer - Poet - Bard Highly Spiritual. Welcome To My Experimental Digital Journal. 💗