The Music of the Forest
In the Coast Rainforest, the sea lies before and the mountains behind in a comforting sense of place. Some days the clouds fall and the islands vanish. Other times, the mist rises and the world is sculptured all anew, in peaks and lands that never were.
The music of the rain, when it comes, awakens all the forest, filtering through the glossy, dark firs to the froth of ferns below. After, the streams clatter over the rounded stones and the animals burst from their shelters as they surely did on the very first day. The bald eagles soar to the sky in sweeping circles, the bear cubs tumble in the fresh undergrowth, and life celebrates all around while the sun shines.
Sometimes, if you become very, very still, you may hear the wind whispering in the forest. And if you stay still for a long while, and keep your heart calm and your breathing quiet, the true tales of the Coast Rainforest may make themselves known to you.
If you reach this place inside of you, be sure to listen to what your heart knows and the wind tells you, no matter what you may have heard, because the true forest cannot be denied. Its truths are as sure as the sunrise, and the turning tides, and the gold on the ocean when the moon is ripe and full.
You may have seen these things and rushed on by, or you may not have noticed them at all. Stop, and look. In the end, they are all that matter. In their ancient rhythms, you will find the drumbeat of your soul, the sense of self you lost, and the peace you yearn to hold.
