Forest Walk

If you dare to take a walk in the forest, there will be a plethora of life form diversity around you. There is the magical feel that fulfils us, especially after the winter when one feels awaking within and without. Spring: this is natures wisdom, it reminds you that we are all on the Uroboros train of the material entanglement of the death and rebirth.  After a few minutes, I have started following the plastics trail. Firstly, I encountered the abandoned plastic water bottle in the heap of the leaves, followed by the miraculous discovery of the growing moss on the broken green plastic bottle lined with plastic bag withhold by bramble. Next, I was greeted by the chewed up bottle top thread by animal graze (someone was either hungry or teething), bits of plastics parts and broke plastic trail which culminated with the orange netting resting gracefully in the leaves (like the sleeping beauty). In the forest encountering the plastics magic, I did not feel lost as the anthropocentric signposts where all around me. This afternoon walk was full of plastic things and nature others that made me feel that I belong to the Plastisphere, the New Earth. There is a peacefulness of belonging, that lays under the top layer of ecocide denial, guilt and anger, right there in my hearth or knowing myself I would instead say in my gut colony that knows all.