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I can’t believe I went 39 years without seeing this in person. Bucket list item- check! Such an incredible day 🧡
Such a good first day in Phoenix for Spring Break! @foxyface915 and @tumsticks thank you for meeting us!
This morning in the forest, I found a spot of mulched oak leaves to sit on while meditating on that moment’s forest bathing prompt. I looked up, ready to let the old pines speak as they have been so clearly during my time here, and I was met with the eye of a blue whale peering softly at me through a knot in a fallen log. The second image is a photo I snapped while revisiting this afternoon, and the poem that follows is what exploded out of my chest. 💚
We were led through three hours of forest bathing in the rain this morning. I welled up with tears no less than four times. The soul of the forest, the spirits of the people gone before, and the holiness of the molecular wisdom that is in every single being were so alive. Follow that with a haiku seminar, and my soul and spirit are fillllled to the brim. Gratitude upon gratitude.
When I lean my back against a tree while forest bathing, I’m not just resting in a place. I am slowing my heart to the pace of the sap flowing under bark. I am naming her Pine, and greeting her with my whole soul. I am asking if she would hold me for a time, and if she might like to get to know me, too. I am honoring her wisdom and that she knows just what she needs to grow. She has seen more than I could ever imagine to see, and I thank her for holding the stories that have taken place above her roots and below her boughs. She is my sister, my elder. She reminds me to rest and to just be. She reminds me that all my life the trees have been companions, have been sacred, have been safety. And in her presence I am reminded that wherever tall pines stand, I am home.
When your fellow bibliophile who you get to finally meet in person after 3 YEARS comes to Portland for one evening, you take her to @powellsbooks of course! And then you take photos in the stacks because obviously. 😘

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