Soaking in all aspects of the experience as the sights, sounds, and smells create a symphony for the senses.
Moving through the balance of life and death with deep presence, reverence, and honor.
Sitting in noble silence while the wind whips through the trees, and an orchestra of cicadas and birds surrounds you as you patiently wait for an offering from the mother.
Time passes, but it’s hard to say how long, as there is a timeless nature to it.
A part of you wants to see the animal, get presented with an opportunity, and take the shot.
Another part of you hopes it’s not that easy, so that you may bask a little longer in the experience. Wringing the towel dry for every last drop.
Another breath. Another step. Another day.
Hunting is so much more than an animal on the ground.
It is communion with the divine.
An intention and prayer that is co-created with the Creator, and a microcosm of the experience of life.
Patience, presence, and finding deep gratitude for all of life, and death.
It’s all about the journey.
