Walking Forests

This isn’t going to be eloquent or insightful. Just thinking… wandering… wondering:

Dancing remotely via virtual exchange cannot replace the real thing - I find this oddly soothing at times. I want more out this moment, or as much as I can learn from being remote, but also technological communication isn’t the same as breathing the same air, feeling the room shift together, understanding myself in the ways I’ve learned to get my bearings, to listen, and live in that joy that saturates the studio.

I feel I’m floating - looking down into the water. I’m taking in the depth of the ocean as opposed to taking in the expanse of the sky.

Recently, I heard (or maybe I read?) that forests travel. Slowly. The slowest steps made by new life living at the edges. Maybe I ‘m in the middle of the forest -it’s not relevant that I see where we are going, but rather feel or know or understand or trust that we are on our way? Maybe I’m along the edges, responsible for providing whatever protection I can to life sprouting out of the earth near me.

With all this efficient technology helping us stay connected, I don’t know if I know how or remember how to listen like the trees do but I think I should try and remember.