I get this feeling when I walk in the woods as if I’m not alone. I’ve always felt it, even when I was a kid.
It’s a comforting feeling and it comes when my mind goes quiet and I begin to listen. It’s the same thing I do with the donkeys, when I sit quietly with them.
A full and round feeling fills up my chest and my heart beats a little quicker. I always say “hello” welcoming it, hoping it will stay. And it does stay for a while, but the intensity of it eventually fades.
I don’t think of it much when I’m not in the woods, and I don’t go there looking for it. Not consciously. But when it happens, I remember again how loved and safe it makes me feel.
4 thoughts on “The Feeling That Comes When Listening To The Woods”
Georgia O’Keeffe would paint that mushroom.
And I can imagine just what it would look like if she had Jill.
Will you put your photographs for sale in the shop? You really should (in my humble opinion). I love the one of Fate in the woods, and this one of the leaf on the mushroom. The de-composers in nature, preparing to nurture the beginnings of spring. Just beautiful.
I’ll think about it Barbara. Thanks for asking.