I know I am not out of the woods, but I can see the sunlight through the thick covering of tall trees swaying in the gentle breeze. There's a soft babbling brook in the distance and a clearing ahead.
I don't run in a panic to the clearing, although one might think this the smart thing to do when trying to get out of the woods. Trees are my comfort and even though I feel small and insignificant compared to the grandeur of my surroundings, I am at peace.
I want to be present and enjoy the rustling leaves, the rhythmic gusts of the wind as calming as gentle ocean waves lapping the warm sandy shore. The tree branches swaying and pointing me in the right direction, but also telling me it's okay to linger and enjoy.
There's no rush. Enjoy this moment for there will never be another like it again. Lower branches touching me, soft as a whisper, reaching to comfort me with a gentle embrace.
The sun trying to peek though the tops of the trees, longing to provide me with light and warmth. The forest is silent, yet so alive with nurturing and peaceful sounds.
I linger in the woods, soaking up everything to the core of my being until my soul is bursting with joy, love, peace, serenity... and happiness. I am not out of the woods yet, but I know there is a path.
I will walk that path at my own pace, on my own time, stopping to take all that nature is willing to give me to reach the clearing. To be out of the woods.
This isn't my first journey into the woods and it won't be my last. But I know when I visit again and walk my path, I am never alone.