The Trees Are Moving
First sunny day just happened and it didn't go unnoticed. My body reacted as it always does. I woke up this morning and my whole body was screaming "forest". So I followed the call. I went on a long walk, looking for first signs of spring and didn't have to look too hard, the first plant babies were spotted and the feeling of sun on my skin was a whole symphony in itself.
I took some time for my Útiseta practice, that's a nice word for sitting alone in nature. Contrary to meditation where you go inwards, this ancient Norse practice makes you go outwards, open your senses and notice things. This works best if you go back to the same place, because it's easier to notice the changes.
So, I went to the place I always go to. The biggest change I noticed was myself. There's a certain thing that happens when you allow yourself to sit in stillness. My mind started to rush, like it always does. I allowed it, knowing it would calm down at some point, when the trees have had their impact on me.
I started to become still and really witness the trees around me. You always assume trees are something static, deeply rooted, not moving. When you sit with them long enough to become still, you see that it's not true at all - trees are moving. The thing is, when you are rushing through the forest, you don't actually get to see it.
This made me wonder about all the things in life we are actually not seeing.
Life has been loud lately, I mean have you checked the media or social media, it feels like we're getting served one potential panic attack after the other lately. I can't help but wonder what all of this is supposed to distract us from? I haven't found the answer. I just know this: it's not worth it.
So today, I chose peace. In the middle of noise, anxiety, fights and discontent, I chose stillness, I chose silence, I chose peace. I chose myself and my bond.
Tomorrow, I'll probably need to remind myself, but for today, it was enough.
This post is written by a human. Humans make mistakes. Many.
Cynthia
