There are days when I go into the ‘woods’
and leave every name behind, or try to.
No “mindfulness.” No “wellness.” – Just the lush and the hush
that comes when the body remembers
How to listen.
The path does not ask for anything. The trees do not brand their green.
The wind has never once said, “Breathe with awareness.”
It plays with my hair without permission – it’s quite wilful to be honest.
There was a time when silence didn’t need a stage.
It didn’t need a logo, a campaign or a model.
It just was. Rich as earth. Deep as breath. Present as love.
Now, we dress Silence up —call it wellness
Sell it in soft tones, silk robes and smooth fragrances.
We took the holy pause – and made it into a product.
We packaged peace.
And in doing so,
We forgot the wild stillness – that lives beneath our own skin.
Nature
The quite witness to our is-ness – We now call forest walks therapy,
And forget the trees have been listening longer -than any of us have spoken.
Stillness,
That humble act of pausing, now arrives as mindfulness.
Timed and measured, with gentle reminders
To breathe on cue.
Solitude,
Once a friend who knocked quietly at the door,
has been rebranded self-care — a scented ritual
to make our aloneness more acceptable.
We have built an economy of peace, and in doing so,
We have forgotten – The unbranded kind.
One that refuses to explain itself, rebellious
Unbranded silence — that subtle grace of being here,
simply, without needing to become-anything more.
A silence, that is patient sometimes – not polite always, sits there
Like a rare soft animal in the clearing, unconcerned with who is watching.
And if you listen closely, you can almost hear it
whisper back:
finally, you remembered.
Welcome back.
~Rhea
(P.S. This picture has ALL 3 of my favourite beings – The Eagle – The Crow and The dragonfly )
Dec 06
