Do you know that as you travel this earth, as you move from place to place, but most importantly when you cross its imagined borders, the invisible lines that countries claim for instance, you pass through the thresholds that the Wildforest shares with everywhere?
And the same is true for when you pass over oceans, or even when you simply stand at that point where the sea repeatedly paints the shore like a needy lover.
The Wildforest also has an affinity with certain places, and has loosely woven its border walls within certain countries where it finds itself echoed into a love song. When you are in these spaces, you walk in two places, except that the forest is closed and invisible until you open yourself. The forest will mirror your opening, and show itself in all its sometimes frightening beauty.
If you know how, if I tell you how, if I love you enough that the secrets will speak themselves to you, if you love me enough to really want to see, not merely out of curiosity, not simply because you think you can if given enough instructions, or not just because you've once been here in a forgotten dream, then you can learn how to walk into the forest any time. To find the soft spots where the walls become doors. To seek refuge among the ancient trees and the too-knowing flowers. It would not matter which way you came in, the forest dwellers will lead you to me because they will recognise you, because they know my heart.
In the forest you will never be lost unless you lose me.
STORIES are what happen in the Impossible Garden & the Wildforest. They are the overheard conversations, the gossip of the flowers and the trees, the fragments written on bones and stones. They are the secrets whispered by the wind, the tales of the stars, the knowledge earned or traded with the forest dwellers. They are the fairy tales that had been forgotten or never told. They are the rules and the history and how they are repeatedly broken and rewritten. They are the murmurings of magic, the language of hidden love, the wildness beneath every order and the pattern beneath every chaos. They are truths and they are lies and in the end they are real to those who have the heart to see.
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