|yellow - morchella esculenta|
|I set my camera on a log to try and capture me harvesting this one. How many do you see?|
|A good double find....|
|The mighty elm... Thank you...|
Scanning the moist forest floor I look with eyes that are my own yet connected with so many. In the forest all life is staring, waiting, welcoming… A life we once knew and a future that is all but a memory, an awakening. I search for Morchella, Morel, the sponge mushroom, or something deeper? My hope is to find them or better yet for them to allow me to see them. I search for the morels. They draw me here to this wilderness, but that is not what keeps me here or what keeps me coming back. A turkey starts clucking as I near her hiding place….then whoosh, flutter, she is maneuvering out of sight around the trees and into the valley. Sensing a movement behind me I slowly turn my head to see a red fox scamper ever so slightly across a fallen sycamore tree, off she hops, and fades into the lush green hues of trillium and blue cohosh. I move on and look up to see the towering tulip trees above me. The small bright green cat faced leaves translucent-like, capturing as much sunlight as possible. My head is clear, my thoughts are clearer, I feel as if I have been here before…I have. In dreams, in thoughts, and in spirit. This awareness is my panacea; I absorb it and open myself to this connection of listening to all of my senses and feeling all around me. Crossing a crystal clear stream and gazing through the spicebush branches I notice a misshapen figure coming up out of the leaves, it doesn’t match anything yet blends in perfectly. I stop, look around, and count them…1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,etc….This is my healing.