Forest Bathing in Spring
To walk on a gravel path and hear the crunch of my footsteps, my breath, a light breeze blows through the trees.
To hear the birds call to each other, unseen but for the occasional flutter of wings and burst of colour.
To inhale the musty scents of the wet grass, leaves and flowers emerging, their petals reaching for the sun’s rays.
To see deer in the distance; a doe and her fawn frozen lest you be on the hunt. Better deer than a wolf or bear!
The simple joys of a walk in the woods connects me to life’s renewal. My earthly worries dissipate like waves washing onto shore.
To commune with nature brings me closer to God, for who else could design such rich and timeless splendours as these.
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