11/28/2025
My Friday Thought...
Funny thing about “fitting in.”
Folk like us, the pagans, the heathens, the woodland wanderers, we’re often seen as a bit odd.
Strange for following the pull of the seasons, strange for slipping into the woods just to listen, strange for talking to trees as if they’re old friends.
But here’s the truth of it all.
We’re not strange. We’re just paying attention.
The land shifts, so we shift with it. The air cools, so we notice. The old paths call, so we walk them.
We mark the turning year because it still means something to us. If that makes us different, then so be it.
Better to be “strange” and feel the land and seasons, to notice the natural world…
than to ignore the things that have held humans steady for thousands of years.
Fitting in isn’t about following the crowd, it’s about finding the place where your spirit stops bristling and finally settles.
For some of us, that place just happens to be under trees. Bare hands on bark. Breath in the cold air.
Listening for whatever the land chooses to say back.
-Woodlarking
