I go for a walk in a forest where, like John Muir, “going out, I found, was really going in.” Inner landscape and outer landscape emerge and merge. Once, I sat on top of an ancient temple above the vast rainforest that holds Tikal, the ruined Mayan city in Guatemala. Its physicality leapt at me – humidity, earthiness, creatures who make the branches their home. And between those sturdy things I felt stories, whispers, as I have in forests around the world.
Forests, as well as being networks of biological beings, are also networks of myth and mystery. And this full-spectrum wisdom bound up ...
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