Hocking Hills

This trip really kicked off my true healing journey. I’d been wanting to visit Hocking Hills, Ohio for awhile. I’d seen posts about it and wanted to go with a partner. I kept thinking I’d go with one, but when the last relationship ended, I thought it wouldn’t be happening this year. After from some encouragement from a good friend (Thanks John), I decided to go it alone. I packed up the car and made the nearly 5 hour drive. I blasted tunes. The sun was shining. I felt GOOD.

I set up camp (really easy with an electric car) and made my way to the trail right from my campsite. I took the 6 mile trail, determined to walk this entire relationship out. At the time, I didn’t realize how much healing I needed. I thought I was mourning a relationship. I thought I was just there to get over him and move on with life. The more I walked, the more I thought. The more I thought, the deeper I realized my hurt went. It wasn’t just him. It was almost what it represented. I failed. I was rejected. It cut deep. I decided then I was going to figure out the root of the pain and heal it. I would never have a successful relationship if I didn’t.

Entering mile 5 I started to talk to myself, the universe, and God. Was I on the right path? Is this what I’m supposed to be learning? Am I doing the right thing? Am I going to be ok? Soon after I spoke these words, I heard “stop”. Not in the way you actually hear a voice, but in my heart, in my ears, in a way I knew I better stop walking. I stand on the trail a moment and this giant branch from 50 feet up comes crashing down on the path, right where I would’ve been if I hadn’t listened. Ok divinity, you have my attention. I sat and I cried. I was exactly where I should be - and everything would turn out fine if I only listened to the voice. I hadn’t listened to it in awhile, it was almost unrecognizable to me. But I knew then and there - all I had to do was listen and I’d be ok.