As you happen to walk in a beech-trees century-old wood, just slow your steps, take deep breaths, relax and carefully listen to what surrounds you.

What formerly seemed the gentle blows of the wind through the wood, slowly becomes a feeble deep whisper, as if it was whispered to rech not only the ears of the listener, but to make the inner soul to quiver as well...

...don't rush
live every moment of your life
as if it was the last one
receive the Awen
relish the Nwyfre
love the beings that you are
respect the ones you are not

...simply words with no meaning or the greatest secret we have lost? The key is always in not just looking, but seeing; not only listening, but hearing; not only exisiting, but living life too.

..and as you walk away carrying something new inside of yourself, something that you still have to understand but you know that is enriching your being, a last whisper reaches you...

...you and Earth are one...