I usually enter the forest at the beginning of the day. Sometimes, in the morning, with Maria and the dogs. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, by myself with Red. At these times, the light in the forest is magical, it slants in from one side or the other and touches the spirits of the forest, the trees. Sometimes, I see trees that seem enchanted to me, I can see their faces, almost hear them speaking to me. Their expressions are easy to read, the forest seems enchanted, they seem to be speaking directly to me.

All right, all right, they said to me today. Be  yourself, walk on, walk on. Keep healing, all your wounds are from craving love. Exist because of good deeds, not wishes. Has something happened to your mind, was it once a brilliant thing? You can dance here within the arms of God. It is already perfect.