Winter is such a beautiful time of the year.
To my newborn son I always smile and say: "Let's go out and visit Father Forst! He is finally here."
When the tips of the thorny Ilex leaves are covered in icy snow,
like millions of decorated christmas balls,
my psyche retreats shyly in silence,
and I am left with my emotional show of Why and How.
Therefore, why am I here?
Last year in July, I finished my Master of Arts in Interdisciplinary Anthropology - whilst writing my major thesis about a wolf, who ran through Germany. That wolf was finally shot around the corner from where I live in the Black Forest - La Selva Negra!
(Download-Link for the thesis in german - https://erdbewegung.org/human-animal-studies/)
These days, when I am walking past the icy, snowy Ilex leaves, I remember that little boy at the age of six, who I have once been. My God, blessed be he. It's ok. Calm Heart.
Big blessing also to all of you,
Your Entourage
