I am in the middle of the forest.  A soft, quiet fragrant forest.  I wish I had the words to paint you the aroma and incense of pine floor, cedar bark, hidden sparrows, huge Presence.

I claim all that I cannot express of the deeply rooted safety and comfort that surrounds me in a forest.  A squirrel fusses.  She twists her head and checks on me while she digs and burrows, scatters and hides.  Leaves, flaming maple bright spots, alder slender sunshines, flutter and color the soft walk.

A tree as wide as I am tall stands next to the path.  Oh that I remember with each breath that I am leaning against Her immovable strength.  May I breathe in Her scent that transforms my whole being into heaven for that endless moment.  I grip the furrowed handles of Her skin and hold on for my dear life.

Everything, everyone is the Presence of Her Forest today.