Slow Forest Magic

I have been longing for the embrace of the forest. I have not been on a walk for a month.

Today was a magic foggy morning and my magic Newlands forest did not disappoint.

The air was moist and full of fragrance. No wind and I can feel the spirits are all around. 

A  giant fern from an ancient world stands as guardian of the dark underworld.

Trees dance a slow dance. They take years to embrace a hard stone. 

The forest has its own time. There is no hurry. It was still. Every few minutes a leave falls to the earth and I can hear it fall. No haste, lots of time to love. 

On my way down I see a pair of frogs making slow love in a pool of mountain water. 

I am home. God and goddess in me.