There is this forest I go to. He always greets me in the same spirit. Spirit of home, of softness, of acceptance. My loyal companion is often the dog. He too is in love with this magical forest.
We start our days early. And as we walk its green
carpet, the crispy air bites my cheeks, the birds already prove it‘s time to
wake up. I walk in awe, most of the times, and wonder how such wildness can
provide the feeling of safety. I know every corner of it, at least, it feels
like it. I am in love with softness of the ground, that dark green moss, the
shelter for the smallest. I love the air, exploding my lungs with realness and
health. I love those tall beauties, the queens of the forest- my pines. They
stand so tall and gracefully, their gentle dance don‘t get shaken even with
strong winds.
Our evening walks tend to be reflective. As the sun
sets, the mystical feeling of the darkness takes place. The birds are more
quiet, the whole forest gets ready for the stars show. It rains a lot these
days, and clouds greets me more than sun.
I feel happy in the forest. In this particular
forest. I like it when it‘s sunny, I like it when it‘s cloudy, I like when it‘s
cold, I like when it‘s rainy. The forest changes his moods and I feel privileged
to experience them all. And unlike human, no matter what his mood, he always
gives back more. He gives you peace, he gives you acceptance, he gives you
freedom, he gives you life.
These past days have been filled with the magic of
the forest. I have been back in Europe for nearly 3 weeks now. The cultural and
weather shock gave me strong slap after my crazy wild and mystical trip in
Mexico. And like every chapter of my life it has a lot of beauty already.
I am in Lithuania, if you were wondering. Until I
feel the winds to take me South. And until then, there are dogs to walk, forests to
admire, friends to connect and food to cook. No pressure, no control. Complete
trust in the Universe to provide what‘s needed and when needed.
With lots of love,
Ligita
