I want to find words for the experience i have in The Forest, being in the old growth stands.
So Bear with me
It feels like my chest is opened, like the entrance to the secret cave of my heart of hearts becomes accessible and so to the breadth, depth and juicy creative gratitude that it holds. That's one way of trying to describe the spaciousness in the feeling of humility that comes from being dwarfed by something not made by man.
This isn't in the least distressing- being dwarfed- on the contrary, I gladly relax into remembering being held within a larger reality, belonging to it as a part of a whole does, being clear on my size in relation to the world, sandwiched happily between the large and the small.
The lychens and mosses offer so many variations on the melody of green. Watering my dry eyes they initiate a respectful and grounded sense of the awesome miniature worlds that florish everywhere . OH and the brooks... oh sheer magic this moving music of water and how it curves through the landscape. It coaxes strange gurgles of delight from my throat and wipes the straight lines from my face. my joints are thankfull too. They humm to the spring of the ground, so relieved for it's give.
So Bear with me
It feels like my chest is opened, like the entrance to the secret cave of my heart of hearts becomes accessible and so to the breadth, depth and juicy creative gratitude that it holds. That's one way of trying to describe the spaciousness in the feeling of humility that comes from being dwarfed by something not made by man.
This isn't in the least distressing- being dwarfed- on the contrary, I gladly relax into remembering being held within a larger reality, belonging to it as a part of a whole does, being clear on my size in relation to the world, sandwiched happily between the large and the small.
The lychens and mosses offer so many variations on the melody of green. Watering my dry eyes they initiate a respectful and grounded sense of the awesome miniature worlds that florish everywhere . OH and the brooks... oh sheer magic this moving music of water and how it curves through the landscape. It coaxes strange gurgles of delight from my throat and wipes the straight lines from my face. my joints are thankfull too. They humm to the spring of the ground, so relieved for it's give.
