Whenever I’m in sacred ground, I always offer a coin and a piece of a valuable item in exchange for safety, and some small wishes. But always, the spirits ask for blood—as they do, and should—so later in the day I find myself scraped, with a blood clot, or a bitten tongue. The spirits are alive and well where they always have been. And why forests should be protected for all the seen and unseen that reside within.
Here’s my website, ten years on, taking inspiration from the colors of the forest, in the hope that the next decade on will find my work at peace and the spirits at ease.