Bring your friends and don’t bring cell phones.

Put yourself at a bit of risk, your soul will be romanced and delighted by the ancient thrill of making it.

Make plans, split up, and see how it all works out. There is something special and forgotten in creating a strategy with your friends in the wilderness, for when you’ll meet back up again and how many whistles it will be if you need help and even spending many, many hours apart, not sure if everything will go to plan and loving the mystery of it all and the especially the eventual rendezvous.

A sweet memory we used to know so well, of everything going as it should simply by surrendering into trust and your capability instead of giving into the fear and anxiety and texting your friend if they are on their way.

Get lost in the wilderness that you have, make sure they are places which nobody would understand without being there, make sure their qualities evade your words. Some experiences are sweeter when you can't share them, when the only thing that mattered was tasting it yourself.

It was hearing the innocence of the gray jay, cooing to you from the bottom of their little heart, in a note so gentle that the frost on the meadow thought about melting, that reminded me life is for nothing but love.

So you say, I love you jay! Right back, and both flutter on your ways, instantly in the next moment, which came from the last and last and last until everything is perfectly clear like the spring water seeping up from the bottom of the pond.