Âme Sweet Âme

  November 2020. My son Kristof discovers a path accessible from our backyard and which he aptly named, ''The Enchanted Forest''. During this chapter of humanity characterized by collective fear, depressing isolation and suffocating uncertainty, this trail with mythical trees (Omega, The Tree of Infinite Love, the Temple, or Medusa, named such by Andreas) became the witness of almost daily expeditions generating insights that I immortalized in a journal. The last entry for this trail was #166, in July of the following year. I had been there only once after that, still in shock and grief from the turn my life had taken, accessing the trail from a different entry point since I had relocated. This morning, wearing an old t-shirt from Andreas, and even his outgrown shorts and socks, plus a brand new (and my first) pair of trail-running shoes, I decided I needed to go back. To practice running on uneven terrain in anticipation of my ''goddess-like'' adventure...