Something happens when I stand beneath the trees in our wee forest here on the land. The poplars, pines, sweetgums, and other trees emit an energy that literally soothes the senses. I shift from whatever state of mind I’m experiencing into one of serenity. Peace washes over me. The magic of the forest comforts me and aligns me with the truth of my heart. It happens every time.
I know many people love the ocean for this same wondrous capacity, but for me the forest always beckons and never disappoints. Perhaps my kinship with the trees makes this especially noticeable for me. I only know I feel more in harmony beneath the canopy of trees than anywhere else in the world.
In my 68th spring upon this good earth, I still feel wonder at the beauty around me and grace among the trees.