Seasons, senses & self: Day 30
“Forest Bathing“
In Clowes Wood by Earlswood Lakes · we come to our senses, immersed · in what we see and hear, · touch and smell: sporadic · birdsong; beeches like cathedral pillars; · leafmould richly decomposing; fungus · fruiting orange on a trunk… We train · our sight on detail, magnified; we let · our eyes relax, allowing · sights in through eyes’ corners. We stand · by rippling water: here the Blythe · begins, at plateau’s edge. · We slough off inhibition. Then · we dozen humans circle, to hear · each other’s tales of being · consciously woven for one morning · into a woodland niche in Warwickshire.
Seasons, Senses & Self: a daily series
