TEREZUM

I caught the first snow in the forest. With a bit of fog. Wow. Every time when I see nature shifting from one season to another I just say wow.

I am in awe. It was so beautiful that I wanted to cry and smile in the same time.

Winter and autumn. Fog and silence. Some of the key ingredients for a great forest bathing. What I like about winter in the forest is how everything is reduced to very simple forms. The leaves fall. The bark of the trees becomes even darker in contrast with the white snowflakes. The air is cold and I feel like it catches me by the neck, forcing new life into me. Somehow despite losing its autumn beauty, the forest becomes even more beautiful as it stands naked in the midst of the cold season.

I think of how we humans are very similar with the trees. We have so much going on inside of us that what another sees on the outside is just a tiny fraction. We show the mask that we want to show depending on the season of our soul. I wonder if we truly have the oportunity to know another person to the core. I wonder if we even stand a chance in getting to know ourselves.

I have a constant sensation of feeling truly liberated when I reach a peak point from where I get a vantage perspective over the forest. With the fog…I can barely see anything and yet I love it. The wind is harsh. The air feels thick, like I could cut for myself a slice of mist and carry it with me. It looks like streams of fog are dancing around in front of my eyes, with the sole purpose of making this view an enchanting landscape. Nothingness. Bliss. Silence. Simplicity. I feel that I would want to live frozen in this very moment of bliss, when I feel like where I am is just where I have to be. Outside. Happy. Admiring nature. In awe. I feel sadness when I have to go, even when it is bad weather. There is no such thing for me. The forest feels like a home for my soul, I wish I could cuddle inside Mother Earth and return to something very peaceful and primordial.

The world as we see it can seem a scary place. A complicated stream of endless rumination, struggle, war, deception and illusion. All of this can collapse in my mental space and make room for peace when I am in a forest. Maybe this is why I love my time in there so much: for short moments I feel I have the right to exist just the way I am. For short moments I feel that the world is in fact a very simple shell….