I stood today at the bottom of the cavern. There _ at least a thousand boulders and rocks sit piled, balanced upon each other, you know the spot. Broken limbs jutting out from the sides of the moss covered walls. Way up in the distance _ the flat ground called to me. The sunlight danced and glittered the leaves. Without hesitation, I took the first step. I knew I could do it. And I wanted to. Puddles of muddy water didn't stop me this time, I didn't steer around them _ instead straight through them.
I have been to the reservation several times this week _ searching out the muddy puddles and endless trails. Purposefully getting myself lost _ but every time finding my way out. My life has changed. And I can't help but thank you.