PORTA SYLVARUM ANIMÆ became my sanctuary from the digital world. My quiet in the storm and my much needed open space where I could stand barefoot and listen to the woods, to the wild and not have to interpret anything. She just spoke to me.
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06/18/2025 · PORTA SYLVARUM ANIMÆ
I breathed her in, the water and the land. I listened to her whisper to me. She needed care now, needed to stay protected and whole. The creatures needed one more of them who could speak for the trees.
Now, will begin to invite in others who hear the PSA under the breath in the wind, calling from the woods and whispering in the water.
The gate will open for those who ask, meanwhile there is much work to do.
Respira Silvam — breathe the forest