Forest Wayside

When I drive west along Hwy 26 outside of Portland, I make sure to stop at a particular rest stop ( wayside.)  Car parked and locked, I walk across a bridge and take a short hike into another world of moss covered rainforest and nurse logs. As I still my mind, the trees come into sharper focus, as do the ferns and rocks.

On my recent trip through that region, I stopped once again. It is as though the giant souls of the trees become ambassadors to humanity starved for Nature’s vitality, and we the weary travelers of a younger set. There was only a few yards between the hectic road to the vibrant trail. Was it the distance or my mindset? Could I merely shift my focus and be in that forest lusciousness once again, now that I am back in Texas?

I think so… for once I experience it’s grandeur, I surely can conjure those feelings again and imagine the peace and vibrance of that rainforest wayside.

You know… I could have sworn that those trees greetings me and that fairies were watching me grow happier in their presence. Yep…  the forest is alive and I am the better for it our short communion.