Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching andone book of photography, Through My Eyes. Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.
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Hiking With Ghosts
Part One - Preparing The Sunday started like any other. Picked a little known trail to explore and started to pack in excitement. Nowadays exploring a new place peaks my interest. Find the outdoor air refreshing. The fall air clears out everything, the mind and the body. Today it was choice between reading and listening to music which is another way to relax the body however the trail has won out. Pack the necessities for me. A camera, water, and a music player, jacket and gloves, hiking shoes for comfort. Car is loaded. Time for a tranquil adventure. Part Two - The Drive The trail picked is two hours away. It may seem odd to folks but that is part of the journey. I grab a cup of coffee to feed the addiction. Turn on the music and go. Bring different types to listen to for variety. Discovered a long time ago that I did not mind driving myself long distances. Used to take off for days or weeks. Sleeping in the back of my car was not unheard of. Pack a portable barbeque, food container and sleeping bag. It was actually comfortable. Also had a little companion. A very quiet dog to keep me company. She got sick, miss her sometimes. Surprisingly I get to where I am going on time without getting lost. This has been known to happen. Today is looking good so far. Part Three - Lost Usually some of the trails are harder to find so I have been lost before however finding where I was going this time was nothing compared to being lost in life. I have been there too. My mid-twenties was that period. No idea where I was or where I was going. I could blame poor habits like a fondness for the bottle or having poor friend choices. At the end of the day the wrong path was mine to choose. Seeing clearly did not happen until great support was provided when the crossroads were stood in front of. I had to find the light to continue the journey. The demons on my shoulders had to be defeated. Part Four - Thoughts One of the best parts of being alone, I use it to straighten out of my head. Find when life gives myself bumps that this is the best place for me to be. Though it is not really spoken about, I have not hidden the small bouts of depression that have creeped up on me. Irrational things used to come out of it. When I feel a trigger I come out here to straighten out my mind and come up with a battle plan. The fresh air does that for me. Part Five - Perspective To be amongst the trees sure puts my life into perspective. I am such a small cog. When I come here, understand that all my worries are so small. Life could always be worse. Know people have it so much worse than I ever will. Friends and family are in my life and protect me from me while providing support even at my lowest. Will always survive because of that. Others do not have this for one reason or another. I am so fortunate. Part Six - Stronger After I get back to my car to travel back home I am stronger than when I went on this trail. Do not know if it is the time alone or the wind and air taking all the doubts and worries away. Feel refreshed and am able to now handle any obstacle thrown at me. There will be many so I am ready for them. Until the next time I have to walk the wood and there will always be another time.