I Go to the Woods

I go to the woods when I feel lost,

when I am unsure which way to go.

Trees in all their majesty stand solid.

Their strength and confident presence

help me feel safe.

The energy of the forest reminds me…

I am not alone.

I too am solid.

I can weather any storm.

I am resilient.

That I have skirted near-death twice.

That my roots remain stable.

That my branches have been broken—

…sometimes with sudden brutal force

…other times, slowly wilting into sadness.

But I am a survivor.

I drink water, soak up the sun, and trust.

My branches come to life again…

buds form

then leaves

and cherry blossoms.

I’ve grown deeper.

Know myself better.

And redirect to my source.

Basking in the light of a new time, a new journey.

Darkness always brings me to the light.

I must never give up.

I must never go it alone.

I must always walk in the forest.

Where my soul reaches towards me.

Reminding me that dreams are possible.

Many of my own have come true.

And there’s always time to reach for new dreams.

That’s the lesson of the forest.

To remain calm.

To trust.

Accepting the cycles of the season.

Year-after-year.

Rather than gripping,

trees weather nature’s tides.

Understanding there are new days ahead.

That life is simply…

ever changing.

Humans are ever evolving.

I go to the trees when I feel lost.

And leave, never disappointed.