Where Love Goes To Grow

We all have an environment in which we feel most comfortable. Some people love the beach, others the mountains, and still others like open fields and rolling hills.
I have always adored the woods. I like the trees, the woodland creatures that reside there, the rivers that often snake through them, and the sense that I get when I enter a wooded alcove, is one of safety. I don’t even need that much space. Perhaps all I need is a tree.
I love the feel of bark even when it is rough against my back as I lean against it and read, which is exactly what I used to do as a child. I would climb the trees in my yard, climb up with a book tucked into my pants, and I would find a place where the branches crossed and I would nestle in there among the swaying limbs and read novels. An odd child perhaps, I won’t dispute that, but for some of us climbing trees seems natural.
But thinking about it, what I really liked about my perch was that I could feel apart from other people, feel hidden up there, in a hidden- in-plain-sight kind of way. I spent a fair amount of time there but no matter how many times I ascended, no one ever came looking for me, that is, if they were looking for me, they never figured out that they should look up. They would just call my name and I would scramble down and sort of serpentine my way to wherever they were so as not to give away my retreat’s location.
Interestingly I am quite afraid of heights, but if I feel that I have some control over my predicament I am okay. So although I did head up, I would go only as far as my comfort level allowed. I can remember a particularly gusty day I grabbed the branches, suddenly frozen in fear as they swayed just a little too much, causing me to momentarily loose my balance, and I thought—this is a little risky, but I quickly dismissed it as worth the risk, and that is significant because I am not much of a risk taker by nature.
But I was in a tree. I was home.
The light passing through the branches in the woods also has its own allure for me, the sounds of squirrels, birds; it is like they are greeting me. I shuffle along and I feel welcomed walking among the sunbeams as if into spotlights. Wait. Is that an orchestra I hear? Maybe it’s just the wind passing through the leaves; an easy mistake. This is how I feel, what I feel, when I am in the woods.
So when I met my love in a park one day and we decided to walk, find a path into the woods, it felt right to me. Here was someone I could bring into my world, hide with in plain sight. I did feel as if those woods were mine, after all, my home turf, if you will. So maybe that is why when we kissed there it felt somewhat otherworldly. I was in love, not only with him, but also with the fact that we connected in a place that enveloped us in its beauty, as if the entire union was sanctified.
There is a reason I think, that we all have a place in nature in which we feel most at home, whether it is sandy or rocky or windswept or littered with pine needles. It is because we are rooted to the natural world intrinsically as living beings. But maybe it is also because it is where love is born, where it grows, and it follows then that we are drawn to it.
Quintesse Quintesse
51-55, F
8 Responses Jan 28, 2012

Shelle--thanks for that. There's something about a forest, even if all that amounts to is a group of trees in the backyard, that attracts me every time. I spent a fair amount of time suspended up there, in trees, and although I don't do it these days--I still think about it. <br />
Thanks. I believe you and I are kindred spirits.

How kind you are, but now I want to be near a highland stream, instead of at my kitchen table. haha.<br />
That is a really nice comment. <br />
From one forest lover to another-- Thank you.

Jen. I think it's the only place where I am never scared. <br />
Ocean. Scary. Mountains. Scary. Wind. Scary.<br />
Woods, enchanting, nurturing, enveloping.<br />
I have always said--I can live anywhere, just as long as there are trees.<br />
I really did take him into the woods. He said to me, c'mon, come down. I said. Make me. Better yet, come up and get me. <br />
I came down, but only because I wanted to kiss him again. <br />
I was 45.

"But I was in a tree. I was home."<br />
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I love this story I think we are kindred souls. I am still hiding in the woods.

Me too. And once I get in there I am instantly calm.
Someday maybe you and I can walk. I'd like that.

I would love to. I feel the same way. It has been nice here the past couple days and I have been able to escape into the woods - It just puts everything into perspective. Too bad I have to walk back out.

I think it is breathtakingly romantic in there. Thanks for agreeing with me. <br />
I think some kids are just born climbers too. I was a fussy kid but somehow I didn't mind all the sap in my hair. Go figure.<br />
Thanks 77

wonderful... the beauty of the natural, the trees, birds, rivers, sunrays... the whole blend is so creatively connected and mastered... but that attachment to one's environment is so romantic and comforting... that sense of belonging runs deep in the heart and soul... i remember climbing, my sister and i, a tree in our farm and staying there for hours chatting and eating... very interesting... thank you for sharing... :)

I think there is something about going up. It makes you feel as if you are getting away, but not in the same way as if you were making a mad dash.<br />
Like you said, perhaps it's a release when you are a child, when there is no place else to go.<br />
And maybe that is why I feel safe in the woods today. <br />
Thanks Paco

Thank you for a very nice story and positive

No, no, no, --thank you for reading and for always encouraging me.

Beautiful.<br />
I always liked climbing trees as one method of escape and release.<br />
Thank you for a great story.<br />
Paco 35