Ten minutes on foot from our home, there is a wild and wonderful forest. The Huveaune River weaves through it.
When I need to breathe, let my thoughts unwind, and let my inner child/spirit feel her way, my feet know where to lead.
I am not afraid to dance in the forest. The river, the birds… nature's song roots me.
Chelsea and I went for a twilight walk in the forest. It never fails to offer us a moment of mysterious wonder. As Chelsea said, "We could be in a faraway forest… who would believe this is in our backyard?"
We brought our cameras with us.
Chelsea ran alongside the river.
Her spirit soared, mine absorbed.
The birds' song as evening fell was utterly tender. Their music takes me by the hand far and yet so near. I love when I feel transported yet don't move.
We could barely see our way home… but we didn't care; we knew the way by heart.
I asked my French Husband, "How do you say 'Tree Hugger" in French?"
These photos were taken years ago. However, the feeling remains the same.
I have walked in the forest, along the river near our home, for 27 years. Sadly, a few weeks ago, the century-old trees along the river were all cut down. I haven't dared to see the emptiness, the loss of soulful trees who gave me so much joy.
I am glad I have these photos and others to remind me that once upon a time, a magical place was outside our backyard.
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