As time passes by and I become more and more like some good old wine, winter begins to feel unbearably long. I miss the garden, I miss the forest, I become reckless, there’s not enough air in the city. Not enough for me…
So here I wander, leafing through memories…Nothing soothes my soul better than the forest. Trees are my soulful companions, silent but fully aware of the world and my footsteps among them. If I cannot visit them yet, I’ll wander on the path of imagination, stirring the fallen leaves of the latest autumn. Ashen, leathery shadows of once buoyant pieces of life, huddled together in one last embrace…In the sizzling of early rains, soft, tentative tendrils of fungi move under this protective carpet. Life is starting again, drumming impatiently on the door of the season: let me in! Let me out!
This year is hard to bear already. War moved next to our doors and its shadow of darkness, smoke and fire is squeezing the hope within our soul to the limit…Outside birds are in a frenzy of love and nest-building and I sit here, fearing that their hopes and efforts could be shattered because of us, humans. I never felt so powerless and desperate…
Today’s sky is grey and watery so I turn to a memory I cherish, a healing one, inside one of my beloved forests, with leaves gracefully dancing under the autumn canopy.
Walk with me. Heal. Hope. Cry…
katemantis 