There is something wonderful about running unabandoned through the trees with no particular purpose beyond the joy of movement and the moment.
In my experience, forests are sacred places. A space to explore who you are without reprimand or expectation. For the surrounding trees do not sit in judgment. They allow you to be you.
I found myself wondering why in the great literary tales, the forest is an essential stop on the hero’s journey. I think it is because meandering lost through the vast woodlands grants the hero an opportunity to discover depths of self, literally and metaphorically. To achieve true contentment, the hero must overcome the challenge of embracing who and what they are; raw and naked without societal buffers of defined roles and labels.
Here’s to becoming a hero,
Jack
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