Forest

Forest, where many of the mystical tale start. The stories always been told through trees, birds, animals or insects. Humans are merely a character in these stories. There may be trolls or white bears show up in the dark forest, like walking across the dream of Theodor Kittelsen ́s paintings. Anything can happen under the fierce wind. Memories from my visit in North Norway, a small town called Fauske. From time to time till now, we will spend a week or two in our cabin in forest every year. Always, after a night of rain, trees have retreated underground. Lots of nature scents lift up on the air, tempt you to have a small walk before tremendous rain comes. Above the soft, spongy ground was a vast sky. The cosmic ray create the reflection on the water surface. That’s how the silver starry track stay grazed on the neck. The joint of every little parts find their belonging and connection, like the reflection on the water surface that make heaven and earth interwoven. You are stepping in the vast sky, into the peat bog, pulsing with this beautiful energy the forest gives you.