Welcome to a five minute meditation on going to the woods.
So please get seated or lay down and simply close your eyes.
Now just for a moment completely tense,
Tense the body up.
Really muscle tight,
Squeezing off any feelings of stress.
And release and relax,
Relax that body.
Taking in a big powerful breath in and fully exhale.
Let's begin.
I need to get out but it's got to be to the woods.
I need upliftment,
I need to feel good.
And bring my body and mind back into brilliant balance.
The heavenly home is turning into a box.
All four walls,
North,
South,
East and west have sealed me in.
And it feels stagnant and the air is thin.
I need a break for my mind and body brings a voice together ringing loud and clear.
They're both telling me to get the hell out of here.
All chores have become a bore.
It's all lacking satisfaction no matter how much I complete.
For I need to put soil and earth under my feet.
I need to trip over stones and slide in mud,
Press new grass and leave a print.
I need to walk away from this man-made world.
I can't breathe deeply enough.
And the eyes to my soul have lost their sparkle.
I need to connect to the woods.
To the seasons that are pushing forth.
I want to see flowers wild and free.
Patterns of leaves.
I need to walk amongst the tallest trees.
I need to walk without time and whistle a piece of grass.
A trick I learnt as a tomboy lass.
I need high pitch sounds of only the birds in song.
Under the biggest umbrella of trees.
No sound of traffic at last.
It fell off the shoulders when I left the concrete path.
I need to forget about the treadmill of life.
I need a break as I'm not feeling right.
I need deep earthy oxygen filling up my veins.
Pumping in all my limbs and be simply born again.
I want rosy cheeks that I had as a child.
I want to pick a nice long straw and stick it in my mouth.
I want to get excited at finding the perfect walking stick.
And snap it to a desired height striding from the feet.
I need to catch the sight of the woodland birds.
Or see a rabbit truly bouncing about.
Gaze long into the distance the chance of seeing a deer and feel its peace.
I want to suddenly hear cuckoos penetrate the air.
With that unmistakable sound that causes my ears to bend a little more.
I want mud on my shoes like a dirty dog.
I want to wash out grass stains and twigs out of my hair.
I want to see ten shades of green as far as the eye can see.
I want a sky that's going to seduce me.
I know the patterns of nature are easy,
Therapeutic to the eye.
And green is my heart chakra colour for all of us.
And my eyes fall heavy on millions of heart shaped leaves of green.
I want to put my index finger under a stagnant raindrop suspended from a desired leaf.
Because it's clear and pure and good enough to drink.
I want to stare into a spider's web,
Let my eyes get hypnotised by its brilliant deadly patterns.
And let out a sigh and cause it to quiver.
I want to squash fallen berries under my feet.
Kick a crabapple and watch it roll with speed down a long muddy lane.
But most of all,
I want to rest my back against a nice solid tree.
One that will outlive me.
And run my hand and fingers through blades of grass.
Rest my head fully back.
And roll my eyes high and show only the sky.
I need to see sunshine put on a display.
With sparkle rays exciting my eyes and watch the shadows run away.
I want to hold sunshine in the palm of my hand.
I want to smell the good earth.
I want to smell the plants.
I want to open my ears to every nature's sound.
I'm weighing myself checking in.
That my mind and body have returned to pure balance.
And have I come back to my roots.
Before I leave here I've already booked in again as I should.
My subconscious mind will tell me in time.
I need to get out but it's got to be to the woods.
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