When the interconnection happens, it is a dreamy fugue state. The pace softens, slows significantly. There is a flowing and melting through the woods. There are patches of sunlight, copses of trees, other areas that are somehow known. They are brighter than the others, familiar, somehow. We know each other. And then, when approached and entered, within the dreamy fugue state there is an even deeper sensation. It falls lower in the belly, this sense of connection.
There is a feeling that one could, and should, stay forever. That time seems to stop in the dream state. We all belong, interwoven and connected and somehow reunited. Returned, maybe. In this state, all connection to the outer world has been replaced, the belonging here is so complete. Thick and connected and dreamy and whole, whole yet also part of something beyond size and scope. Lost, and so completely at home.
Leaving is almost painful, a physical rendering, rifting, from this fabric.
As the senses slowly return, incrementally, to their usual perceptions, something of the woods remains. A peace, a changed cellular structure, for having blended and joined in it all.
The drama of the outside world, the infighting among petty humans, is acute. How could anyone care about any of those things, those superficial, empty things of that world, when this divine connection is available and free and so very complete. It changes everything, these imaginal, magical, experiences in the woods. This, is the real world. That other, out here, are childish machinations, fighting over the head of a pin. It clutters what is real and what is true.
Majesty, magnitude, truth, are found in the woods. Nature clears the cobwebs, clears the perceptions, opens the pathways, Ecstasy flows, enlarges the scope, fills the cells.
There is a little in that outer world that even make sense when compared to this. This deeper truth.
Norma Van Horn