Komorebi is the Japanese word for scattered light that filters through the trees when sunlight shines through the forest. There is not a word for this in English.
Nor is there a word for shinrin yoku which refers to bathing in the full experience of the forest, engaging all the senses.
I am always at a loss for words when I am in among the trees.
“Trees cuddle and stand closely together. They love company and like to take things slow. There is in fact a friendship among trees.”*
This friendship is multifaceted. When trees converse, the air is charged with chemical substances, fragrances, hormones, and electrical connections. Placing myself in the middle of the conversation I am illuminated by it. This charged atmosphere infuses me with a
sense of well-being, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
I am surrounded by the empathy that is the forest.
The tactile act of sculpting natural fibers, paper, and photographs into forms and textures I encounter on my walks recreates this experience. It is a reminder of being comforted and companioned. Constructing, deconstructing, and constructing further connects me to the natural cycles of growth and decay.
It literally pulls me in and grounds me.
*Peter Wohlleben – The Hidden Life of Trees
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