Mar 4, 2021
People around the world recorded the sounds of their forests, so you can escape into nature, while in lockdown or unable to travel. Use this
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People around the world recorded the sounds of their forests, so you can escape into nature, while in lockdown or unable to travel. Use this
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Tree Fm
From Improvised Life:
Listening to the forests, we were reminded of Neruda’s great poem Lost in the Forest, as we were, briefly…
Lost In The Forest
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
And of course from Mary Oliver:
When I am Among The Trees
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often. Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches. And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.