There’s something profound about solitude. Not loneliness, mind you, but solitude—the kind where you are alone with your thoughts, your dreams, and your soul.

It’s in those quiet moments that I’ve done my best thinking. It’s in the silence of the forest that I’ve come to understand who I really am.

As you tread along the natural path made by nothing but human steps, leaves brushing past your face, you can feel your legs taking the lead, leaving the worrying brain behind, your mind starts to relax, your body slowly merging with the surrounding bush, nature will get to what she does best for you, heal you.

So I need to renew my National Parks parking permit and get back to bush walking, hiking, sometimes with family, sometimes just myself, in solitude, healing, breathing real fresh air, wandering – with intention to feel alive and being part of what we are made of.