Shinrin-Yoku – Forest Bathing

There had been a moment, moons ago.  A fraction of time between the anarchy and cluttered lawlessness.  Miles from anyway.  Deep down a dirt road.  I ran.  I knew flight had been my only way out.  That flight led me to the forest.  No longer did I hide.  I could search my soul.  I could become acutely aware of all that surrounds me.  The forest became a nurturer and protector.

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Go to a Forest.

Walk slowly. Breathe.

Open all your senses.

This is the healing way of Shinrin-yoku Forest Therapy,
the medicine of simply being in the forest.

…many trees give off organic compounds that support our “NK” (natural killer) cells that are part of our immune system’s way of fighting cancer.

Just as impressive are the results that we are experiencing as we make this part of our regular practice:

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  • Boosted immune system functioning, with an increase in the count of the body’s Natural Killer (NK) cells.
  • Reduced blood pressure
  • Reduced stress
  • Improved mood
  • Increased ability to focus, even in children with ADHD
  • Accelerated recovery from surgery or illness
  • Increased energy level
  • Improved sleep
  • Deeper and clearer intuition
  • Increased flow of energy
  • Increased capacity to communicate with the land and its species
  • Increased flow of eros/life force
  • Deepening of friendships
  • Overall increase in sense of happiness

 

Innocent Poet

Poetry is innocent not wise.  It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.

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The further the distance from my floating chaotic dream

The more the air beneath stolen feet

I know I can become more than I had been whispered to be.

Mid-Summer Doubt

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middle of the night apathy, empathy…

make shift post traumatic…mental surgery

these gestures grapple my tension…

and, tackle the feet

leading me to question the woman…I had hoped to retrieve

it is the middle of the day…

thoughts…going, gone,

go away

when time is tucked in the fray

sympathy, mockery…feelings of purging and perjury…

dance in ambient light

fallen…mid-stream to the rapid, blur of being on the wayside

the woman I once retrieved

questioning…

‘why fight?’

so often she is a parody of nature

in the midst of a heatwave…humid doubt creeps in

shaking the heavily salted sweat from my mane

elements needed in forgetting why she…and, I…came

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Happy or Sad

 

Mountains within sway…casting clouds on an overly green day.

Living in beauty, when time permits, life is a painting…

Life is something to portray.imageedit_10_2847074706

Intrinsic are the cards…imageedit_2_4228225819

Eccentric is my heart.

Soon I forget where I am at.

As a shuffle transposes beneath the hand,

I can forgive happy or sad.