There is a new dimension I fall into whenever I return home.
Its almost as if I go through a portal where not only I find remnants of the days, but also the inspiration to paint a colorful future.

I blend into the shades of the sky and the forest and I feel almost as a baby cradeled by his mother’s chest.

There is a little bit of music, a little bit of painting, a little bit of rain and cold and a sun that gets inside me.

No matter how far I have come, my love for nature keeps me still and awed.

There is healing here that you will never find in a doctor’s office. A return to primary instincts, to ancestors’ long-forgotten words, to forsaken dreams.

You can take away the girl from the forest, but you can never take away the forest from the girl.