Forest Bathing

Forest Bathing

It’s a New Age thing in Sonoma County. Walking very slowly through the forest — while thinking about walking very slowly through the forest — is a full-blown movement. It could be a paradigm.The people who do this call it “forest bathing.” It doesn’t involve actual bathing, the kind with water. It’s figurative bathing. You soak in the wonders of the forest. Take your time, a whole lot of it. And bring a cushion.

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For most, it is not difficult to comprehend the foolishness of “Forest Bathing.”

However, it is always best to see if there is a plank in one’s eye first.

Complete, unadulterated foolishness – not too mention a sinful waste of time.

 “My tree said it thought that we could grow together,” said another forest bather. – San Francisco Chronicle

For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. (Romans 1:21)

[ Bonus Wisdom ]

Hey, it is California. Did you expect thinking?

Just look at what is called legislation in California – that seepage of sewer water that is polluting Washington State.

Only acknowledge your guilt- you have rebelled against the Lord your God, you have scattered your favors to foreign gods under every spreading tree, and have not obeyed me,’ ” declares the Lord . (Jeremiah 3:13)

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Opinion Unto Righteousness
www.enumclaw.com / Proverbs 18:2 / Timothy Williams
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Tuesday, April 24, 2018 3:09 AM

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Such sentiments are quite at home coming from Clifford, 63, of Santa Rosa. The longtime Zen meditation student worked as a traditional Sierra hiking guide and a mental health counselor before getting into the forest bathing trade about six years ago, adapting it from a similar Japanese practice.

Clifford has turned his slow walks into a cottage industry. He leads $50 forest bathing treks for newbies. He teaches $3,400 forest bathing workshops for wannabe leaders. He lectures and writes. From Sonoma County, the spiritual home of forest bathing, he flies around the world in jets to tell people they’re moving too fast.

But you cannot go on a nature walk, even a slow one, without eventually walking. Now, Clifford said, it was time for each of us to walk around — not very far, and not very fast — and pick out a tree and talk to it..

Clifford called it an “invitation.” Forest bathing walks are a series of invitations to do something, like “embody awareness” or “notice what you’re noticing” or “talk to a tree.”

“I want everybody to find a tree that’s your twin,” said Clifford. “Talk to your tree. Ask your twin about yourself. Find out all you can from your tree. Put your hand on your tree. Take your time to get to know your tree.”

And so it was that a dozen people walked around, slowly, talking to trees. Like the purple flowers, the trees remained anonymous. We didn’t have to know what kind they were, only what was on their minds.

After 20 minutes of human-tree conversation — much of it one-sided — we forest bathers returned to the same spot and sat down in the same circle to share our conversations with our trees.

“My tree asked me why I was so afraid,” said one forest bather.

“My tree said it thought that we could grow together,” said another forest bather.

One older woman observed that the leaves at the top of her tree swayed in the breeze, but that the trunk of her tree did not move, being thick and solid and stuck in the ground. She called it an interesting contrast — although it could just be the nature of the trunk-leaf paradigm. (This reporter ventured that trees are bloodthirsty, pushy little devils, and there is nothing tranquil about the life-or-death struggle they wage with their fellow trees for sunlight. Hardly a life form to have a friendly conversation with.)