When I quiet my mind, I hear it. Behind the noise of the city, beneath the streets, when I look at the stars, I hear it.
The Enchanted Forest is calling me back, back to find myself again, back to visit the sacred sites, the graves, The Grandmother Tree, the memories of the past and future.
I say The Forest is calling me, but more realistically, it is the road. There is a romance that is generated as the wheels spin, when the destination is unknown, when the city shrinks in the mirror and there is nothing ahead but the night and solitude, the broken white lines and blackness as distance passes by and the future is closer than the past with every passing mile that rolls underneath me.
I need to go. Somewhere, anywhere – just away from and forward to the beauty of the unknown…