Shinrin-yoku. Forest bathing.
I wrote that phrase down several years ago in my silly little book of random lists and thoughts and names. It’s at the top of the page, right before Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses by Robin Kimmerer. A great idea and a good book (hers, not mine). Maybe it is just a lucky coincidence that I put those together on the page and now I am living in a forest of moss. Still, it feels like more than serendipity to me, it feels like home.