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In the Name of Therapy
The forest and imagination can let sensual fantasies float forth
For those who are only able to see trees through the writing here, let me say early on that I am not able to use words to the same effect as leaves play, the leaves that offer shelter, and make that beautiful shushing sound within a breeze, offer a lovely panorama for the mind on hike or hurrying down a city street, and leaves that provide the deep earthy aromas of autumn and sprout into spring. For my words are only words, and are not fed by the elements of sunlight or virginal rainfall, nor coloured by the delicate petals of the fragile flowers offering elixir to bees.
In fact, I’m not sure I should say much, as a walk through the forest involves the soul above all, rather than long yarns of the obtuse. So I will just mention the most important, and hope you, as reader, will know to fill-in the rest with your thoughts.
I mentioned the soul. You see, the forest treats the soul. The freshness of air, sight and scent that reaches you, composed of healing chemicals, and improving circulation, lowering blood pressure and reducing cortesone levels also replenishes your inner light: the chemical benefits are medically measurable; the renewed connection between oneself and nature are personal.
