Forests, tress and finding ourselves are themes that keep calling for my attention. The redwoods in California have a soulful impact ❤
Redwood photo by Kevin Faber
Lost – by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
This is haunting and draws me back to it again and again. I feel the power of the forest and the vibrant connection to Here.
What does it say to you my friends?