Unhinged | Wind Over Patagonia
- May 17
- 1 min read
Somewhere between the mountains of southern Chile and the open skies of Argentina, the wind forgets where it started.
That’s the feeling.
Not lost.
Not drifting.
Unhinged in the best possible way.
Like edges dissolving into the landscape.
You stop gripping life so tightly out there. The body softens. The mind widens. The nervous system stretches out like open terrain.
And somehow, the less “held together” you feel… the more connected everything becomes.
The clouds.
The dirt.
The breath.
The hawk circling somewhere you can barely see.
Spaciousness.
Not empty space. Living space.
In the words of Morihei Ueshiba,
“Stand in the middle of great emptiness.”
The space where thoughts stop crashing into each other. Where identity loosens like untied shoelaces on a long trail. Where you realize nature never rushes to explain itself.
The glaciers don’t. The condors don’t. The ocean doesn’t slam labels onto every wave.
Everything just moves.
And maybe that’s Trail Built Living.
Integrating ourselves while unhinged with wild awareness.
Breath breathing us.
Becoming wide enough to feel the entire weather system moving through without resistance.
Like Patagonia wind through the Torres Del Paine.
Unhinged.
Connected.
Wildly spacious.
Dirt first.
Everything else is a surprise.
See you on the trail → 🐾
“The wind is a horse.”
— Pablo Neruda
