Grounding in the Forest

Rockland Town Forest

Over the holidays, I walked the lovely wooded park near my son’s house.

It was my first time there, and after all these years, why hadn’t I known about it? I’m sure it was because I was meant to walk it at this point in my life. 

The location was lovely, with gentle energy inviting me to enter. The snowfall from the day before was melting, but there was still enough whiteness to keep that winter feeling alive. Its paths wound their way in, around, and up and over a brook winding counter to the walking path. Most of the bridges were made of wood, and every so often, local stone was used to allow one to rise above the healing, gentle waters below.

Scattered throughout, people have placed figures, messages, and their love. With each step taken, it felt like entering a playground for gnomes, fairies, and the like. Each breath I took allowed the light and giddy energy, wafting amongst the trees, to enter my soul.

When I first entered, I walked through a long tunnel of trees with their branches forming protective umbrellas over the path. I needed grounding, but the surface below my feet was wet with the melting snow. As I walked through this tunnel, I debated taking off my shoes and socks and stepping onto the cold surface to ground myself. Why does it have to be my feet? I asked myself. Squatting down, I placed my hands upon the earth. The exact moment the connection was made, I felt as if someone had draped a warm blanket over my back, and as I let my breath out, it gently slid down and off, dissipating into the ground. Three times, this sensation washed over me, and each time the grounding was ethereal, as I became one with the earth.

I have never experienced this sensation before, and I know its message was hinting at something grander ahead. I have yet to bring it to the light, but I know it is waiting to surface again when I am ready to receive it at its fullest.

Always with love,

Carol