Gone Hiking: The Sacred Rhythm of Solitude and Sabbath

A weekly practice

Each week, I slip away.

Sometimes, quite literally—I lace up my boots, sling a pack over my shoulder, and head into the woods. Other times, the terrain is more interior: a quiet corner, a cup of tea, a journal, a few hours unplugged from the world and its noise.

The sign I’d hang if I could? Gone Hiking—in body, or in spirit.

This isn’t escapism. It’s sabb…