forest rituals

 

 every time i step in to my dear woods i have to touch branch and bark of an pine tree, tree which is first on a path what i have made by walking years and years in that woodland. it is like i would shake a hands with a old dear friend, that it feels like. the breath of love pours from that woodland when i step in to it. i know that i am in home, i am within something sacred and loved. this is a place where i go when i am sad, joyful, thankful or need to just feel my roots once again.

i wonder is this place where i truly belong, in to this landscape...

i surely wish to find a cottage near these same woods.

 when the leaves are decorating the mossy ground of forest, the loveliest sound of late autumns and winter comes of humming of the pine trees, i think.

 these colors are just beautiful, something which inspires to create jewelries.

is there something you need to do when you are stepping in to the woods? 

touch a stone or bit of a  moss, brush a hand upon a tree...