The air shifts as you step into the forest. Dense, cool, misty. After a few steps, the noise of the outside world disappears, as if a velvety curtain has closed it off behind you. The light shifts, ripples, dances.

You take a deep, deep breath in, breathing the earth, the moisture in the air. It fills your lungs, the freshness, the petrichor of the damp earth, the essence of the trees. Your exhale feels like relief.

Time slows, or disappears entirely. It is only you, the trees, the beings here, the light as it filters through the evergreens onto the mossy earth, where its dappled shadows shift, playing with your perception.

At the corner of your vision, something flits past. There is magic afoot, and you are a part of it. The earth starts pulsing as you walk deeper in. You start to see the energy, like a web of light, as it flows across the forest floor and through the trees.
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The energy looks to be leading somewhere, so you follow it, watching as the lines grow closer together. It leads you into a grove of fir trees— ancient, twisted, wise. Beings emerge, little pulses of light. Flitting. Dancing, gathering. all the lights, the beings who live here, gathering around, as a giant tapestry of energy weaves you into itself. You are a part of this place. A part of its energy.

Take your seat in the grove of remembering.

Allow yourself to rejoin the web.

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You have forgotten, but you do not need to forget.

The mystical, enchanted forest.

The earthy, loamy forest.

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Here you are one with the web, and you know it.

Here, you are deeply woven into the magic of the earth, inseparable.
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The voice of the forest speaks to you, and you understand it in energy alone:

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"To reclaim your place here you only need to remember.

Then you have a connection to it, to return whenever you feel called.

This is not a doing, but a not-doing."

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4 products. Re-weaving you back into the spirit of the forest.

Say Yes.

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Big hugs,

Rebecca

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ps. ;) this is going to be a really good one.

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