Permission slip signed, you packed lunch for this field trip, this walk in the forest. You imagine it will be like the time when you walked along a rushing river and slid down a slippery bank, saved by the root of a nearby tree. Lovely sights, small adventure, memories scented with sweet flower water.
This is not like that.
First of all, you’re alone and you weren’t supposed to be. Darkness heaves and in such darkness, it is impossible to see where anything begins or ends. Your hands gently touch each other even as they are touched by everything here. Do you know where you end?
Soft pine needles cushion and call. Come to me. Crawl. You follow the hunger of your hips, heed the snake sliding up your spine.
Breath in, ribs open. Fragrant nectar drips from within, beckoned forth by a pulse that is not your own. Womb, belly, and heart bleeding out onto the forest floor. Offering. Becoming.
A lioness called you to a cave once, swiped at your hand to get you closer to the ground. While this is not her natural habitat, you feel her again in this darkness, calling you back.