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Invulnerability… that is not stuff that belongs with us men, we are vulnerable and there’s no hiding that.
As for me, there are two things that can make me feel vulnerable and invulnerable at the same time, two sides of one same coin.
The woods… They’re so much more than I am… Ancient and timeless, strong and wise… When I walk among their massive trunks and under their rustling branches I know how vulnerable and insignificant I am compared to them. Yet they are generous and give me much of the strength that I have, so that there are times when I feel I am almost invulnerable as long as I live in the woods and am attuned to them.
Then there’s Walker. My love for him makes me as vulnerable as a newborn babe, but his love for me makes me invulnerable.
As for me, there are two things that can make me feel vulnerable and invulnerable at the same time, two sides of one same coin.
The woods… They’re so much more than I am… Ancient and timeless, strong and wise… When I walk among their massive trunks and under their rustling branches I know how vulnerable and insignificant I am compared to them. Yet they are generous and give me much of the strength that I have, so that there are times when I feel I am almost invulnerable as long as I live in the woods and am attuned to them.
Then there’s Walker. My love for him makes me as vulnerable as a newborn babe, but his love for me makes me invulnerable.
