Day eightToday is the last day of our Normandy tour and I am waking up at dawn in the forest to the sounds of the birds and small animals walking around the tent.
We went out in the tents in forest at night, with the moon almost full you could see as well as in daylight. We marvelled at the majestic silver landscape for a while until our meditation was interrupted a violent feeling of fear. The sound of a fierce dog, low and growling, commanding the night with its bark. We looked around intensely staring at the trees and then at each other we went back into our tents, like they would provide any protection.
The forest is a fascinating cold and alien place for us. We try to love it, but we give our selves to it with precaution we give one end while holding the other. There is a wilderness within us which the forest calls to, unknown to us, which responds to the forest and we become something that we cannot understand.
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