Calm

Serenity; an enveloping presence. The feeling of not being alone, yet being aware of the solitude. This mysterious presence does not evoke feelings of dread, nay, precisely the opposite. A welcome openness and a sense of calm permeates one's senses and I personally am unable to resist the call to once again put pen to paper, or, as it were place electronic words on an electronic page.
The energy of the forest is that of an ancient wisdom that lies beyond the age of the trees, flora, and fauna. A collective consciousness that overwhelms, and soothes scattered, and jangled energies that are brought in from the outside. Standing in solitude amongst the sleeping giants, one can all but hear them breathing.
The air here is a tonic. Crushed pine needles and mulched earth waft, bringing tranquility with the musty scent. There is no other place in the world I'd rather be. The stillness surrounds me and transports me to another plane. Here everything is equal and has its role. No one role is more important than any other. We are all part of a unending consciousness. A bigger picture.