This reminded me so much of my childhood in Michigan, I just wanted to reblog it on my site. Thanks, LSS.
It sometimes takes a long time–a truly long time–maybe even years, or decades, or a lifetime–for one to learn how to truly become quiet in the woods.
So quiet, so still, that there is no difference between you and the landscape, between you and nature.
Until you realize fully that you are nature itself in your stillness, in your activity, in your very essence.
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