It's been a few weeks since we've managed to get out into the forest, and it felt wonderful to be out amongst the stands this morning. A real tonic. It was tonally flat out and periodically light rains fell, with the sky threatening more, though it doesn't matter how dull the day, the magic of the forest always shines through. The forest evokes a particular magic. I think it's a very personal magic, born of innumerable moments of connection, of experiences and of memories; the forest is an emotional repository, in more than one meaning, also being replete in natural resource (spiritual and material). As we walked I tried to breath as deeply as I could, I was trying to turn our wander into a sort of walking meditation, which I feel was to a degree a success, which was nice. It felt like breathing in the forest, and that felt clean and cool, refreshing and awakening. It was 0730 and everything was still quite, but for the woodland's inhabitants. Wonderful. Stood here surrounded by all this natural magnificence you're aware of an ethereal forest just beyond your grasp, it's one the forests inhabitants access, one I believe our ancestors who'd yet to disconnect accessed, and one we can work towards accessing. A work in progress.
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