Walking in the woods is a little like reading a book, privy to lives different from our own.
Like eavesdropping on a conversation, like companionship, like participation in a larger world.
The boys drift toward whatever looks interesting, the restorative theater of nature offering tender scenes: light that dapples, a decaying trunk, anything slithery.
Like eavesdropping on a conversation, like companionship, like participation in a larger world.
The boys drift toward whatever looks interesting, the restorative theater of nature offering tender scenes: light that dapples, a decaying trunk, anything slithery.
Aside from the chance to recalibrate, the value of paying attention to the environment may be its reminder that we are meant to survive.
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The Japanese call it shinrin-yoku or forest-bathing.
Good for body and soul!
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