So, I have this forest that I go to whenever I do a certain guided meditation. It’s a real forest. One from a memory.
Pre-teen. In Humboldt Redwoods State Park. We went on a walk one day out to a swimming hole and I guess it just stuck with me somehow.
I didn’t intend for this forest to come to mind, but it did. And it’s a really beautiful, very happy, safe, warm, calm place. The air is warm. It smells earthy and spicy like no other forest does. There’s a tang to the leaves that redwoods drop on the ground. It’s cozy. Like a fireplace, I guess. Very wood-y. And it’s so quiet. All the leaves are thick and soft, they’re not really even “leaves,” and “soft” isn’t really the best way to describe them because they’re coarse to the touch, but they decompose super slowly and so they cover every inch of the ground, and that makes the ground relatively soft, or cushioned.
That softness is like insulation, which dulls sound. It is therefore INSANELY quiet in a redwood forest. And it was warm there today, just like in my memory.
I love it. All of it.
And we found the exact walk today. I wasn’t sure we could, but we did. Even the little part of the creek where the bridge went over it. And it was GORGEOUS. Magical. It’s my happy place.
Night night.