Hei, god dag,

Here is a small photo update. These were taken in the maze of pathways in and around Auroville forest. A forest I traverse every day to go to the Auroville Archives. One of my favourite things to do since I arrived here has been to ride my bicycle through these passages. It leaves me with a powerful calm. Although these photos are of forests, below I added some lines about woods by two writers I cherish:

It was a good place for me; I could lie down on the ground at meals, instead of sitting upright on a chair; I did not upset my glass there. In the woods I could do as I pleased; I could lie down flat on my back and close my eyes if I pleased, and I could say whatever I liked to say. Often one might feel a wish to say something, to speak aloud, and in the woods it sounded like speech from the very heart…

(Knut Hamsun, Pan, p. 41)

I robbed the Woods—

The trusting Woods.

The unsuspecting Trees

Brought out their Burs and mosses

My fantasy to please.

I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—

What will the solemn Hemlock—

What will the Oak tree say?

(Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems, p. 24)