I went for a walk in the woods. I didn’t have a map, and I didn’t make a plan. I didn’t turn my GPS on, didn’t record how far I went, how much elevation I gained, or how fast I got there. In fact, there was no “there” to get to. I did have to cross a few things off my busy schedule, but life is too short to not make time to just wander. After just a few minutes there is no more sound of traffic, and after a bit longer there’s no more sound of people either. The stresses of life fade away so quickly.
The Forest Poem begins with a place to contemplate
and a view to ponder.
Then another, and another, steadily drawing you along.
until there is no path,
further and further in, where words just fail
because every tree
and each twisted root
every fallen branch
every quiet place
EVERY quiet place
has a story to tell
and every smallest detail
is in its perfect place.
-JD