I take you with me on a blue sky rambling nature walk through Ragle Park where I opine on reality and recovery and horseshit on the trail.

First I talk about how blue the sky is. Then we walk through a forest glen, noting how the immersion in a tangle of nature surpasses any virtual reality.

Under an ancient oak sits a picnic table where I do my healing exercises in the presence of nature. I demonstrate how I am able to sit on my haunches.

Being in these natural surroundings many times in the last two years, recovering my ability to walk feels like a miracle for which I am immensely grateful. My injury is serious and I have years of recovery yet to go.

We watch a busy bee pollinate a blackberry blossom, then pull back from the thicket to see the vibrant greenery beyond.

Down the trail we spot a tree branch low to the ground. I go to sit on it and swing my legs like a little kid. I do my exercises here and my daydreaming. I call it my branch office.

Walking trails in nature teaches lessons applicable to other areas in life. For instance, recognizing shit and not stepping in it.

Our walk concludes by a sea of tall grasses stretching up the hillside to the tree-lined horizon. I find a feather and hold it up so that it shines in the sun.