A magical place, a place that pulls me closer.
The sun shines bright onto my skin, I soak it all in.
My hands are tingling, my palms feel warm and I can feel energy flowing true the surface of my skin. It wants to go outside, but there is no way to go. I feel like touching the birches bark. As I look up I see a pale blue sky, the few short branches are moving together with the wind.
The birch is death, but it feels alive to me. Somehow there is this power flowing true it, coming from above. I feel it flowing, right into my hands. Or is it the other way around?
I discover little animals, living their lives so peaceful. Just watching them for a while makes me smile. And again I long to touch them, give them a little bit of my love, but I let them. Asking myself, ‘would they feel my presence too?’ Hoping they enjoy sitting with me as much as I enjoy sitting with them.
As I sit on the trunk, my hands caress the heath. My eyes closed. Rays of sunlight diving into my skin, making me glow from within. It makes me cry, loving tears, with no need for explanation.
It touches me deeply, this place, this moment.
Time and time again this place picks me up, makes me float together with nature. And at the same time it puts me on the ground. On my own two feet, in my own power, right where I was always meant to be.