My slow recovery is weighing in on my spirit since my muscle strain restricts me to running only four miles. If I attempt anymore miles than that my muscle strain reminds me that I'm on the path of a greater injury if I push it, so I listen to body and don't. Taking the Jeep out the other day down the fire station roads in the Daniel Boone National Forest gave me glimpses of some of the trails I had previously ran. My heart sank a bit. You see, I have a deep longing to run the trails for miles on end but I am unable to do so at this stage in my recovery, but I needed to be engulfed in the natural surroundings the forest offers, so off in the Jeep I went. A drive to the end of the fire station road ended deep into the woods which led to a little bit of hiking. There I stood among thousands of trees as the deafening silence became a therapeutic session for my soul. It was as if the world suddenly paused and everything therein was alright. This is a familiar place in the world I love to embrace and apparently need to visit on a frequent basis.