I stumbled upon this poem a few days ago and it continues to haunt me. Perhaps you will also be moved by this powerful piece by David Wagoner, from his book Traveling Light. I have a feeling that this piece will walk with me for many months to come.
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
-by David Wagoner