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 a healing here that you will never find in a doctor’s office. A return to primary insticts, 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.