Ah, I’ve just come back from a week in the Cotswolds. We stayed in a converted barn on a beautiful eco-friendly farm.
Every night we sat on our balcony and watched the sun go down over the valley…
We walked through beautiful forests…
And we visited Puzzlewood, an ancient woodland of mossy rocks and twisted roots, which is said to have inspired JRR Tolkien’s forests of Middle Earth…
I was pondering why so many of us are drawn to trees, when I came across this gorgeous poem…
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to a Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.