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Ticks, Nature, and Fun

A friend once told me she and her husband regularly walk in the woods near their home. Checking for ticks when home she never finds ticks on herself but always on her husband. This is a long-standing thing.

This could be related to many things, but my friend has always said this was energetic. I agree.

Or is it trust? Trusting a deeper connection with nature?

Being in nature is like swimming in the ocean. We are stepping (swimming) into a realm more suited to other creatures than ourselves. Our instincts and performance are not as strong as the creatures that live there.

My experience with being in nature is similar to my friends and I rarely have any reason to question the presence of a negative outcome. I am more concerned about those who walk with me or our dogs. There was a time when I carried pepper spray for coyotes, now I don’t.

I don’t consider myself reckless but rather take simple measures to ensure safety at a basic level.

We all know fear. Understanding why we are fearful (or not) is important. I don’t see nature as something to fear but rather respect. Preparation is necessary, just like when taking a boat out to sea.

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Voice Within the Trees

inside the forest with a path ahead

As a boy, I saw the trees as something larger than life. I always looked up to them. The town my grandparents lived in had big trees along the streets and on every property. There were so many large trees that there was always lots of shade. These big trees made their city amazing; it was like being inside a forest!

Our family cottage was on the same property as a provincial park, which was primarily forested. The roads through the park were mostly lined by forest, and light fell on the road in thin bands. These forests had the greatest scent, which often changed like the temperature from light to shade. Mornings were different from afternoons, and evenings different yet again. I liked it when things got quiet.

We also had farming in our family. At the farm, the maples stood stately along the west lawn. Trees lined the creek as it twisted and turned away from the house in both directions. It was a magical place in the late afternoon or in the evening, to sit and relax as the trees shimmered above.

Our family home had young trees, as did the entire neighborhood, but there were many parks with larger trees to walk among. I remember as a boy seeing names and shapes carved into the bark, and I wondered if a tree felt special when someone carved something on it.

This story is a small sample of the joy I’ve experienced with trees and the forest.

A most beautiful journey started in the summer of 2015. This is a story of how trees came to me, telling me their story and sharing the wisdom within.

(Part One – An Introduction)

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