That was a very powerful time in my life, even without the travel. It was
during this time that I really grokked Mother Nature. We lived near a national
forest, close enough that I could ride my bike to a favorite location after school
and on Saturdays.
I always went alone, unafraid, and in fact quite unaware of any
possible dangers this world has to offer. I would shed my clothing and often my
shoes, and be one with vibrant forest. I was never discovered, and to this day
I think it was one of the most influential times for me spiritually.
I had certain things I would do, in a certain order, to begin and end each of
my sessions in the woods. I had not read about anyone else doing anything like
this - it just seemed natural. The first few times I went out there I cleared away
dead branches and such, and made my little "fort." I didn't have a better word for
it at the time, although now I would call it an altar. On this I would place
special rocks, twigs, flowers - whatever seemed appropriate. Many times I would bring with
me some type of beverage and a snack. After I had completed whatever communing with
nature that I was wont to do, I always poured a bit of the drink on the ground, and
offered crumbs to the forest floor. Before I left, I would make sure that my treasures
were safely hidden away, so that if anyone happened to pass through, they would not
think anything special of the area.
With time that location in the woods developed a strong energy that responded to
me when I was there. It even called to me when I wasn't there. I can remember at
times the animals coming up to me, as if they weren't afraid. Other times I would
sit so still that I thought I could see everything that moved, from the leaves
rustling in the breeze to the tiniest insect crawling along the ground. I felt
connected, like I belonged to the earth and the universe. I felt loved, accepted,
and whole. |