presence

We stand at the Forest’s edge, in the place where the trees brush their fingertips over the River’s surface. The payment demanded to cross this threshold is presence.

In the steep layer of space between the rising hillside and the canopy of green that hugs its contours, each step upwards, each hand placed on bark, rock and root is paid for in the currency of awareness. Each moment, each movement forward is granted passage without sting, bite or scratch, without slips or falls in exchange for an offering of attention.

To walk this path, through Ant’s metropolis, Spider’s sanctuary, through Snake’s undergrowth home, you must gather all the fragmented investments of attention you own. Take back the thoughts given to worries, to duties, to Past and to Future. Gather in the clinking coins snatched by grief, by insecurity, by anxiety and gift them all to the Forest.

And in return, stand in the treasury of presence that the Forest holds. Where each moment of attention becomes a building block for wonder.

Where to offer presence is to be enriched by it.

TUNING

Strike the tuning fork of canopy creak, of downpour, of dawn chorus

THE GIFT OF ATTENTION

Why the body is the hidden lightning rod of mindfulness

DREAMSEEDS: Presence

The primal pulse

FOREST DETAILS

The subtle shifts and changes of the rainforest soundscape

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