24 January 2012








urnatur : ancient nature
a poem of swedish nature
a chance to reconnect to what is most important
yes! yes! yes!

Large areas of Sweden are covered with forest.
Here we pick raspberries and mushroom,
here we dream of sitting at a little camp fire...
Here you can be yourself, leaving the rush and tear of the city behind you.
You can feel your absolute presence. Scents. Reflect upon the light, the fresh moose prints.
A creak - you stop, listen, look around and wait and see before you proceed. Just like a roe deer. Just like the primitive man inside you.

In the wood hermitage you can stay on in that presence a little longer...


via freecabinporn.com
via the anthropologists flicker
via urnatur



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