feeding on green

 

Looking at this photo I cannot believe I actually went there yesterday! It seems like a dream. Does my  inner urban  life divorce me so from nature, that my experience of being in lush rainforest doesn't penetrate me in some way?

 

I watched my children play with the water, drink from the waterfall, feel the mossy rocks with their soles/souls. I had a feeling of wanting to stay there until they had drunk their fill of the forest, before carting them back to the concrete lines and dulled senses of city living.

 

Thank you forest...for allowing the hungry to sup on your exuberant green and heady air!

I returned home absolutely exhausted: how strange, that gorging on life force can defeat me in such a way.

And now it seems a dream!

under the maidenhair tree

I went once to a natropath. I was undergoing a health meltdown and a spiritual crisis. I said, "I just want to move to the country and be surrounded by green". She prescribed me nettle tea and a book, "The Return of the Bird Tribes". I was thrilled to be told to read a book, and although I never finished the book, discovered the pathway of dosing myself with nature need not result in a move to the countryside (a craving which nonetheless grips me every so often).
I bought a great guide book of trees at a fete yesterday, and spent the afternoon dreaming into the illustrations of massive oaks, weeping willows, plum blossoms and mystical maidenhair trees, part of the Gingko tree family and native to China.
I have decided to start my blog today, imagining myself sitting under the shade of a maidenhair tree, it's two lobed leaves turning Autumn yellow, writing "stuff".