Among the Tall Trunks
Whenever my thoughts begin to feel tangled and suffocating, I drive out to the oak forests near the valley. The moment you step into the canopy, the scale of things changes dramatically. Trees that have stood for two hundred winters do not care about your deadlines, your unread emails, or the minor embarrassments of last week. They offer a perspective so vast and silent that your anxieties shrink down to their proper size. To walk among giants is to remember that humans are not the masters of this planet; we are merely visitors who have forgotten how to breathe in rhythm with the leaves.
Arnaud Vlaminck has composed a magnificent reminder of human proportion in Recalling Man’s Place In Nature. It places the solitary walker in humbling harmony with the forest. When did a walk in nature last reset your soul?
