That place
There’s this place I know far far into northern parts
It is raw with spirit, with rugged edges and foamy waves and winds that rip through your heart mercilessly
It is the wild part in me it speaks to the most
It is the unrest in my soul it wants to harbour like a ship of its own fleet, like a native creature long extinct
What I didn’t know it holds cruelty as it will ask you to give up all that is here and now, all that is day to day
It is made of another substance all together and it lives only by its own rules
It holds the biggest spirit in its rivers, mountains and forests that it will blind you with its majesty and beauty
Losing yourself to it is easy, effortless, delightful even
Pulling yourself back into life is near impossible as once that pristine air enters your lungs it is all you will find yourself being able to breathe and life, that life we have here on Earth becomes worth losing
Dangerous, you see, losing yourself in the overwhelm of the beautiful land, joining spirit before your time
The land is a perfect place for that, losing yourself. It knows the deepest grief and the most glorious rising towards another world where nothing matters but the feeling of belonging to it unconditionally, in surrender
