I step off the path & into the trees.. Following my own true north like the migrating birds. I touch the growing tips of the ferns gently as I walk. The wild magic of plants maintain the magic of place through these living green layers of perception. This isn’t just a wood but a living ecosystem, I am not in it but part of it. The dandelions offer up a wish of health & the super green all around promises wealth. When I leave I carry moss in my lungs & birds in my ears. I feel at home in this forest - it knows me. The water feels soft & clean like this pure linen dress, wrapped around my body.