Something happens when you walk into an old growth forest. Time warps and you find yourself in a different space.
You can feel the present, as the brush of eternity sweeps over you. Calling you.
Finally as our internal noise begins to settle out, you suddenly hear the echo of a song bird. The wind whispers through the trees. You look up at the splintered sunlight, cascading through the waving forest. Above, the white billowing clouds, transform and sail across a bluebird sky.
A small stream gurgles and sings beside the pathway as you venture on. It twists and runs off, chasing a deeper green.
What we brought in seems distant, as if from another life.
The smells of growth, and green and fresh earth fill our lungs, with a feeling that’s vaguely familiar, and it finally settles into a quiet rhythm of breath.
A feeling of home and a feeling of other, like the echo of Eden, on a peaceful summer’s evening, as the sun shadows run through an old growth forest .
You feel thankful and grateful, being awake in the wonder of life.
