Walking with the Oriole: Lessons from the Wild

It's high summer, and while others may seek shelter from the heat, my soul says, “Let’s go.” Sweat pours down my back, but there’s something deep within me that calls me forward. I walk, my feet making contact with the warm, sandy soil beneath me, the rhythm of each step grounding me in this wild place. The sun beats down relentlessly, yet I find solace in the shade gifted by the trees, their leaves rustling gently in the wind.