22/12/2025
TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL AND SENSITIVE SOULS FINDING THEMSELVES ALONE AND LOST THESE DAYS.
Here's a poem that gives me a quiet sense of belonging, whenever I feel a bit " on my own"
I go in nature, breathe with the trees, and look up to the light to find me and bring me home again.
🌺Merry Christmas with love& light to you dear ones( you know who you are)
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Lost
What do you do when you're lost in the forest?
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you�Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,�And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,�Must ask permission to know it and be known.�The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,�I have made this place around you.�If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.�No two trees are the same to Raven.�No two branches are the same to Wren.�If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,�You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows�Where you are. You must let it find you.
David Wagoner