tröll skógur

My fear of missing out is not hypothetical, it's nothing but real. I'll never be able to experience all the things I wish to try in this life. I'll never be able to walk every path through the trees and I'll never be able to great all the mountains.

Most people say that the fact that human life is finite is what makes it so beautiful and important. But I cannot agree because I would walk my way into the forest for centuries if I could.

I would walk every day, I would not stop unless to sleep. I'd lay into the moss and feel as one with it. I wouldn't get bored of admiring the sun rise and set as my thoughts gets lost in this ocean of warm hues. I wouldn't get bored of feeling the wind ruffling through my hair, tickling my neck. I wouldn't get bored of the icy cold, freezing my cheeks and nose, revigoring. And that's only living simply, here, which I describe, but I wouldn't get bored of discuting every subject in the world with other humans, being in the presence of those I cherish, caressing one's another soul and heart, but also to create and weave things from my spirit and hands.

I would live a thousand different lives and sometimes experience again some other lives, just for the fun of it.

"Come into the woods, come with me Come into the woods, come now Let the stream that froths and bubbles wash away your fears and troubles Come with me now And the tune of leaves sings softly through green boughs that tower lofty Come with me now..."

"Bort från stigens ljusa spår,

Upp bland berg och täta snår.

Här där ingen man har gått,

Men där vacker fura stått."

"From a cracked egg's lower fragment Was created the earth beneath, From the top half of another Rose the lofty arch of heaven.

From a yolk, the upper portion, Began to glow just like the sun, From a white, the upper portion, Rose the moon that shines so brightly;

Whatso in the egg was mottled Now became the stars in heaven, Whatso in the egg was dark In the sky as cloudlets floated."

"Toi, qui hantes ma vie, ardente demoiselle, qui me fait tant défaut aujourd'hui. Oh, princesse éternelle, tu vois j'en suis réduit, à regarder le ciel...

Car, moi qui suis resté sur terre, je t'attends, je t'attends jour et nuit, j'erre et cherche, là et partout sur la terre, la rive qui me ramène à la vie..."

Today I learned that in Norway, Digitalis common name can be translated to "fox-bell" or "fox-music" because norwegian stories say that fairies showed to foxes how to ring the bell-shaped flower to warn each other of hunters, and I thought it was a cute fun fact.

"Slow down, you crazy child And take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two..."

Laccaria amethystina - Amethyst deceiver

How beautiful is this mushroom?