Out of This Wood Do Not Desire to Go

When I walk the Wood I find stillness. My deep mind activates amongst the giant Doug Firs. I am not alone. I begin to see in each tree, whether evergreen or deciduous, individual shapes and particular styles of bark displayed prominently in the wood. I see moss covering the trunks and then I see bare trunks with limbs covered with moss, looking like spindles on a cotton candy machine. The stillness opens my deep mind, releasing me to listen. I still hear my shallow mind’s chatter, fighting battles long lost or preparing for disaster which never come. But I also hear the silence, a silence which pervades the very essence of existence.

These trees offer sanctuary, but it’s more than sanctuary. Their great heights create a cathedral where my thoughts rise and flitter about.. And when I encompass those thoughts with love and compassion they begin to dance around the ceiling of that natural cathedral. I sense  Oneness and heed the call from Titania in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream: “Out of this Wood do not desire to go.”

As I walk this natural cathedral I notice its very structures cast shadows across my path. Usually, I do not see these shadows, but look straight ahead to where the path leads. However, the shadows do not go away. They are there as I walk through them.

Shadows Across my Path

Shadows Across my Path