Delicately, the feet of the fox press into the moist moss that grows around the roots of the ancient fir tree like a small child clinging to the bosom of its mother.

Like the way the snow gently hugs its limbs, or the way the soft love from our lover warms and dresses our very heart.

A heart that yearns for comfort, dark channels unnoticed, protected deep in our chest, that prevent us from the full feeling and awareness of our bodies.

What we could learn from the forest and her creatures.

As I sit at the base of a tree, I imagine the moss hugging the vacant spaces in my heart.

I imagine my heart a supple and alive place for friends and lovers to dance upon with their gentle feet. You, a fox, I invite you in.

My inner ecosystem alive and nurturing to the creatures of the forest.