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Oh yes, I believe they have soul, they're just slow.  I live in the city. When I go back to (what's left of) nature, I am feeling too much too express. The effect the woods have on me is reminiscent of those lysergic experiments of our adolescence, of course.
But not only that, I also get really attuned to what the wind has to say, too. See, I get all mystified now and I never know if I should feel ashamed or, well just let me be a freak, damn! That is because I really have something against the hippy crowd who turn it into such a crappy experience, with a lot of clichés might I add. I just hope I am not sounding like one of those phonies. But then it's difficult to get on the same wavelength as that of trees or people who just like them very much. It is a world made of dreamy thoughts, impressions, spiritual quest, longings for a healing nature, the self, the living energy...
I find that being in the middle of these woods, listening, not expecting anything, just putting yourself to the same level as the animals, the preys, the predators alike, is an incredible experience for a soul-searching person like me. To just stfu once and for all, listen to what the non-human world has to say is an uplifting, enlightening thing. Wish I could do that more often. But it has to be pretty wild out there, human presence spoils the experience. Nothing to do with X-files, Noah or Greenpeace. Just pure, unadulterated experience of life in a living environment. Is it too far-fetched to believe the different living organisms react one to another's presence? I miss nature.
The sound wind makes through the pines. The sentience of animals. What we fear and what lies beyond the darkness.
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