The
garden of my childhood was a forest. My father was a forester, and he
and my mother went to live in a small forester's house shortly before I
was born. I'm told that my pram was parked underneath the branches of an
old oak when I napped as a baby, and later on the whole forest became
my playground. Riding my bike or little shetland pony, or walking with
dogs and cats I travelled the paths and tracks without fear. I remember
one evening, while I walked in almost total darkness, the realization
that I could be afraid of the dark in our house, but never were afraid
of the dark in the woods.
Those trees of my childhood shaped my imagination and kindled my
unbounded love for nature. I believe that a forest has a soul, that all
the beings we call trees interlaces and becomes small parts of one great
and unique soul. That we can connect with this special Soul of Trees
and be enriched, healed, and through it, can connect with ourselves on a
deeper and wiser level.
I still love my childhood's forest, I've buried my children's placentas
there and planted a tree above them. It's where my own spiritual
umbilical cord is grounded, and where I can feel truly at Home.
Quote; John Muir
- painted with natural dyes-
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Oh, Mona..this is beautiful. Although our spiritual homes of childhood are so different, they are still there. Is that not such a blessing? Mine does lie thousands of miles away from yours..each is unique and so blessed and so loved by us.
ReplyDeleteThank you. And as you know, this is so good for me to hear now and to be thankful for. Love!!
beautiful : )
ReplyDeleteI especially love the second photo down - I want to be there !
How lovely for youto have such a childhood. I am also a forest person. :)
ReplyDeleteJa tak, jeg tar gerne et print af det der smukke billede i julegave, tak!
ReplyDeleteJa, det DU har lavet, altså.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha, nu får vi se!!!
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