One day, you will be standing in a forest, and you will see a flitter out the corner of your eye.
Your first thought will be fairy or bear, depending on how your brain is feeling that day.
Your brain is a treasure and it can also be a dick.
You will get it together, you always do, and then you will see.
Only a piece of it in the moment. These moments don’t last for more than a hummingbird heartbeat.
You will watch as the butterflies get their flower legs, their frond legs, under them.
One day, you will be standing in a forest, and the wind will brush by you and say follow me.
You will follow but not really. You will wander and meander and be perfectly at peace.
You will feel words you never knew you knew. Friluftsliv, vacilando, solivagant, dérive, peregrinate, sturmfrei, waldeinsamkeit, yūgen.
Your tongue will trip and twist and tangle.
That’s ok. Your feet will do that too.
You will follow your own path and arrive all the same.
One day, you will be standing in a forest, and you will close your eyes.
You will feel like a bone too close to the flesh.
You will want to burrow into the dark even as you watch the light play inside your eyelids.
A voice will say, I am here with you.
You will ignore it for a moment. Skeptical of the comfort it is offering.
But you will know better. Being alone and vulnerable is better with a friend.
You will reach out and find a familiar hand.
One day, you will be standing in a forest, and you will grow taller than the tallest tree.
You will expand beyond the crown shy canopy.
You will have roots that go down the depths of mountains.
You will drink rain from the wildest unruly clouds.
You will collect sun capable of lighting up the smallest fibers of your being.
You will be magnificent and captivating and healthily terrifying.
You will emerge as you.