As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens. ~Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping
Take me to the woods.
I want to fill my lungs of the earth.
I want to breathe in the dampness of the early morning air.
I want to watch the sun rise over the tree tops.
I want to taste the morning mist as it settles into the moss and fern.
I want to envelope the scent as the pine and cedar mingle.
I want to push my way through the thickets.
I want to feel the tickle of the wind against my neck.
I want to hear the drum of the woodpecker as it echoes through the forest.
I want to search for the fine line where earth blends to sky.
I want to shuffle through the leaves and forge my own path.
I want to settle my soul into this world of mine.
Take me to the woods…