Cast from expectations of treeless horizons
and concrete enforced cities,
we landed here within the forest
which quickly enveloped us.
Towering pines scatter the August afternoon
and we run through fallen needles and shadows.
At the end of the day we rest in the native grases
and watch butterfly wings open and close.
Stopping at the green gate and the snow covered driveway, the pine trees embrace the winter sky and the morning light, shadows reach across the space between tree trunks.
Too much Time has passed since the last visit and the space feels foreign. While I remember the name of each tree, I hope the ravens remember me as they circle nearly out of sight, their call still echoes through the forest, the only other voice heard above the winds’ song.
Packed snow crunches with each step. Brown pine needles blanket the white surface, untouched except the many deer tails weaving through the trees, reaching beyond what I can see.
The sun’s intensity warms tired bones and muscles. The wind directs eyes up as the treetops sway against the cloud-free winter blue.
Each breath tastes of nature. Each breath brings me back. Each breath brings me closer to a chance meeting with god.
Return to the pine forest
thinly snow coated.
In this silence broken only
by raven calls we have
to be comfortable with ourselves
in the midst of nature.
I wander the hard trails lined
with dried needles and
attempt to let go of all
thoughts and concerns,
even the direction I am heading.
Stripped of daily responsibilities
am I comfortable enough with myself
to let go and allow the forest
to let me in?
Am I ready?
What if the forest
does not desire me here?
The solitude and calm of a northern MN forest is an inviting and welcome break from the city. Pine trees gently sway in the autumn wind and the sun casts tall shadows beneath the crystal blue. This place is a refuge for animals and people and a delicate balance plays out each day.
We are but guests here and with time we are consumed by the trees and the earth to become one and the same.
We are but caretakers here tasked with preserving what is natural, what is instinctual, and lessen our impact.
We are blessed to be here and the reward is absolute silence, snow covered pine needles, whippoorwills, evening visits from coyotes, elusive bears, soaring ravens, and the ritual of becoming ash and returning to the sky, returning to home.