I was surprised to see a big footprint in the mud and realize that it was mine. I measured my foot in it with a perfect fit. That was ME. I don't know why it intrigued me to find my own footprint. Not many people go where I do on my little walks. I kind of wish it had been someone else who came down into the trees here and watched nature as closely as I do. Most people are afraid of getting their shoes muddy.
When I lived in the wilderness of Alaska I often walked in places where no one had ever walked. Since the history of the world goes back further than man's puny footprint I feel we are very insignificant on this earth. My footprint looks very important. What I thought when I saw my footprint was that I was a part of the universe and not separate from it.
Humans seem caught between earth and some other dimension. We can think about things and that sets us apart from the rocks and dirt. However trees can think. I have heard that they register emotional energy when someone comes into an area and starts to cut trees down next to them. Did the mud care if I stepped on it?
Buddhists teach the awareness of every breath and footstep. Pay attention to that ant you are crushing or that stone that you just kicked and you will learn things about the world and your place in it. As I inspected my footprint I was smiling about the fun of being alive. The intensity of nature is all around us.
Then I saw another of my footprints. I had been here before and I was on a journey. Moving through time and space, I altered the environment as I went along and made a mark. To find that mark again and inspect my path made me realize that even when I step on concrete I am exerting my influence.
Sharing my thoughts in writing, Art and photography is vital to my existence. I appreciate being noticed. I want attention. Trying to be kind and gentle I know I also kill and disappoint but I go on anyway. My footprints are leading me somewhere. I am interested to see where I will go next.