Heeding the Forest's Call
A love letter to forests
With the seas, there’s a sense of adventure. With the skies, a sense of majesty. With the forests, it’s a sense of serenity. I am drawn to serenity.
I am drawn to the forest.
Looking back, I always have been. Among the books I read as a child that stood out most, there was something about Bridge to Terabithia and There’s an Owl in the Shower that resonated deeply with me. I can’t even recall if Owl in the Shower was a particularly good story, but the setting, the imagery within it of old growth California forests, it was like a place I knew whole-heartedly, though - being from sunny Florida - I’d never been.
Likewise, music ostensibly inspired by the forest, such as Patrick O’Hearn’s instrumental album So Flows the Current, is pure soul food for me. Mysterious, dark, stirring, and a touch of sehnsucht, but overall simple and peaceful. It sounds the way a forest feels.
Now, having lived in Oregon for several years, my love for the forest has only grown. Though visiting them is painful, in a way, knowing I can’t stay in the wild, where the still natural rhythms match my own.
Of all the quiet and still trees, none are more commandingly quiet and still than the giant sequoias. In America, they’re only found on the West coast.
Oh, how I will miss them, leaving Oregon.
The forest will always be home.