There is a different kind of quiet here. This is the kind of quiet where there are no other things to do, no underlying anxiety, away from the dull hum of man-made things. This quiet is fully alive. Here in the forest in springtime, this quiet warms your heart and feeds your soul.
Here, I breathe deeply and can just be. Here, listening to the colourful birds call to each other amongst the trees, gentle, sweet sounds, and a bumble bee buzzes nearby, I sit in stillness. Cocooned by curving, twisted branches, fresh new leaves of hazel, ivy growing enthusiastically up tall trees, a yew festooned with graceful dark green fronds, protective holly that hides me here in this secret clearing.
Here, at the heart of the forest, I marvel at a viburnum that grows clusters of sweet delicate pink white flowers, with a divine scent. I glance up as a pair of joyful jays, bright tawny birds with blue white feathers on their side, settle high up upon the branches of a tall, new leaved, sycamore tree, and seem to chat. A blue tit dances near, calling me to explore further into the depths of beauty. Calm arises.
May you breathe calmly with the beauty of your own heart, in harmony with the heartbeat of nature, the heartbeat of universal compassion.