Hello. This is Toni aka kanzen sakura (www.kanzensakura.wordpress.com) bringing to you the prompt for this session of Haibun Monday. In 1980, the Japanese began a type of healing/meditation/relaxation process called shinrin-yoku (森林浴) or literally, forest bathing. This has become a recognized health benefit in Japan and other countries. Basically you immerse yourself in the forest breathing in the benefits of such volatile substances as a-Pinene and Limonene. It is simple. One simply visits the forest and strolls leisurely breathing in the benefits of the volatile oils. It also is relaxing. Of course, one does not take cell phones, tablets, or books or other things that can distract one. For safety sake, I will take my cell phone but…it is cut completely off.
Another way is to simply immerse oneself in nature. When was the last time you did that – took a long walk in a forest or a field or a park or along the shores of a lake or beach? Planted bulbs or seeds, took a sail on the water (beach or lake), sat under a tree and napped? And thought of nothing but the nature around you.
Today, I would like you all to write a haibun (one – three tight paragraphs) ending with a haiku (seasonal and cutting words used to denote the season and to distinguish between the two parts of a haiku). I would like you all to write about the last time you totally immersed yourself in nature.
The light was what called me as I drove Northwards towards Wiston. A golden warmth illuminated the roadside’s treeline and I knew that when I arrived I would need to take a walk. I made good time and collected my camera, a tool that allows me to practice doing without doing. The camera is a mindfulness tool for me. It focuses my attention and intention upon the surroundings and it stills me to the point where the photographs are suggesting themselves to me with a whisper.
Late Winter sun is full of magic. I walk slowly in step with my own breath and look deeply into the land. The snow covered wonderland unfolded it’s magnificence and I am left breathless not from the walking but from the pure majesty I am witnessing. Something about fresh snow calls me home to another space in time. I am reborn and wide eyed. Enraptured by the silence. Familiar views are offered as a complete newness, as if never before seen. The light is dancing. So is my spirit.
Winter light calls me
Illuminating the land
I am reflective