There was such an emphasis on dreaming and dream-states this last semester it was hard not to reflect on these themes while strolling through the gardens and forests. The first half of the excursion was spent with friends, making our way leisurely past the Orangerie. 🍊 After a long lunch I decided to branch off and explore on my own.
I had every intention of visiting most (if not all) of the buildings on the map but that quickly changed and the map got recycled when the forestry and foliage romanced me more that any building ever could. I took unmarked, lonely trails through the trees and hedges, barely ever encountering another being. For two hours it was me and nature - something I've immensely missed.
When I got the mountain range tattooed on my foot years ago, I had no intention of ever leaving my beautiful mountains behind. It's been rough. A bit of my heart is lost in the forests of the Rocky and Sawtooth mountain ranges. While the man-made Potsdamn gardens do not hold a candle to the splendor of my sacred place back home it absolutely has its own spectacular beauty. It was beneficial for me to be alone surrounded by nature - more than I think I can even still comprehend. Nature is everyone's free therapist.
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