Dappled light in the forest of my dreams.  Serene.  Peace.  At ease.  Body vibrating at the same frequency as the trees.  The breeze lifts a tendril of hair and my spirit soars.  I feel good.

Oh to feel good.  For nothing to hurt.  Not my back.  Not my feet.  Not my heart. 

I can’t remember when.,,  Let’s not go there. 

I want a komorebi tan – light-kissed skin with the shapes of leaves tattooed by the sun.

I remember my first fall and deciduous trees.  I was enraptured.  I made a glue of flour and water and pasted fallen leaves to the mirror of my Sears French Provincial dresser.  I was 12.  The leaves were orange and red and brown.  The flour dried hard and solid.  Those leaves were there for months and months.  Until… I don’t know why or when I removed them.

Komorebi – you can almost smell the fragrance of chlorophyll.  The trees respirating oxygen.  A body can breathe in the forest.  Deep cleansing breaths. Breathe in the now, exhale the past. 

Relax.  Rejuvenate.  Rejoice. 

May the forest always be with us.  May the light always be with us.  May peace be our birthright.  Forever and ever Amen.