The soul of the forest, holds within its depths a treasury of whispered secrets and ancient wisdom.

Its offers solace and healing, even in the face of sorrow and despair.

When holding the devastating loss of a loved one, the forest reveals itself as a sacred sanctuary where grief can be tenderly processed and transformed.
As golden sunlight filters through the dense canopy, it hold us in a warm and compassionate embrace. Gazing up towards the trees, we witness their presence and resilience, inspiring the soft strength we yearn for during our darkest hours.

Their roots, intertwined and deeply embedded in the earth, take to other world our profound loss and mingle with the dancing movements of the earth.
Yet, it is within the flourishing undergrowth that we witness the true essence of life's resilience, as it pushes through the veil of earth into the joy of growth.

Each vibrant fern, each wildflower, each brave sapling sprouting in the forest tells a tale of perseverance and love for life, inviting us to find warmth in the potential for renewal that lies within our own hearts.

In this sacred realm, the forest whispers ancient rhythms, forgotten words that remind us of the cyclical nature of existence, birth and rebirth.

Embracing this wisdom, we became part of the heart of the forest, forging a silent dialogue with those we have lost, but have became the light on the leaves, the water on the roots, the marks on the bark, finding our hearts opening in their eternal presence on the cicle of all living things, of our souls.

Gradually, as we open deeper into the forest's sacred realm, we begin to sense a subtle transformation within ourselves. The rhythm of LIFE meeting with the rhythm of our hearts, harmonising in a sometimes clashing sounds of healing.