Inspired by ANFT, an Experience of Forest Bathing in Poetry
As presently I am staying at Ranikhet, a small hill station in the Kymauno region of India.
I was inspired by the "Guiding a Single Individual" experience by Denell Nawrocki shared on your site, and I followed all the invitations mentioned.
Since using the invitations, I have been enjoying my walks more. My walks have no motive, no time limit and no particular pre-decided pace to take my steps.
They are totally for pleasure.
The pleasure comes from being in the company of Oak, Pine and Buransh trees. Buransh also known as Rhododendron, is a state tree, and are laden with the bright red flowers.The unstructured rockery on small hillocks, the soothing breeze brushing my skin, the healing silence, acknowledging the tree's presence and paying my gratitude is so very therapeutic.
On my way forward on my walk I started noticing and appreciating every motion in the nature; the mild chirping of sparrows, rustling of leaves when monkeys jumped from one tree to another, the swift run of hare through the blades of lush green grass, and that smell of wet mud that perfumed the breeze.
Everything was so subtle, so rhythmic, like combination of different musical notes. With every step I took I started experiencing harmony with my surroundings.
The trail that I took snaked towards my home. I thanked the flora and fauna for healing me; and bringing harmony within me. I look forward to our next meeting; saying this I waved goodbye.
The message the forest gave me was to see the beauty in “JUST SLOWING DOWN”.
Why plan your day; just flow with the day without any push and pull.
Now, when people ask me what are you doing, I so peacefully say “I AM DOING NOTHING” without a need to justify.
Unstructured days helped me to enjoy the subtle yet deep colors of life.
Poetry inspired by the self-guided forest bathing walk...
Before you touch the ground,
And the green turns to golden brown.
It may be scary; then life is never a tale of a fairy.
Change is inevitable; you think you are dead; then through you only my roots are fed…
I stand here, strong and steady witnessing your journey from green to golden brown and from golden brown to again have you as my lustrous green crown.
Just embrace the change; it is ever evolving journey
from the GROUND to the CROWN.
Still the invitation reached me,
This is what the true essence of our unique connection;
That we developed over centuries; but finally now,
I understood and accepted your pure intention.
It was 4.15 in the evening, cool breeze was blowing.
I was all set to walk down the path to reach the meeting point,
for the awaited conversation.
With rhythm in my steps and sparkle in my eyes I reached the place; the same cemented bench where every evening, time we spent without any obstructions.
The environment was artistically done; subtle buzzing sound of insects was fun, romance was in the air, warmth in the gathering, Flora and Fauna were in full flair.
The bench was cushioned with golden leaves and crimson petals and
matching was the carpet on blue metal.
So much solace was there; so much was heard and understood without words actually spoken.
I wondered, what name I should give to this newly formed relation?
The first time our eyes met, on the off beaten paths of the Lower Mall of Ranikhet,
I was neither appreciative nor in acceptance of your benign presence.
I never acknowledged your unconditional love that you showered through droplets or breeze on me; as I was stuck in the rut of my own obsessions.
Today, I stand at the exit door; As tomorrow I have to leave; and I don’t want to go.
Don’t know when, then surely we will meet again...heavy heart, but with the hope I walked towards exit door...saying bye only for now for sure!
It was an emotional moment, tears rolled down, and the trees also displayed mixed emotions through their different shades of crown…
I paid my gratitude to flora and fauna for their help to heal me, soothe the bruises that I thought were stitched and sealed; and I didn’t know that they still bleed!
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