Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: Does that mean I can hibernate in the winter? Cause that I am into.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: Woods are for animals. Only animals live there. My dog doesn't even want to live in the woods. Too hard to find dog food. She has other houses that feed her on the other side of the Woods, the bitch.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: You live in the woods to live again. You feel comfort and fear simultaneously but you do feel something real. All senses are heightened. You understand that you are a giant part of creation but know too that you are a minute speck in the universe. You must fight to survive. You are always surrounded by the enormous beauty and power of life. This is an organic feeling and the reason you came... more than words and something every human yearns for.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: Living in the city makes it harder to pee off the porch in peace.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: Getting to wake up to the smell of the trees. Spending the day in the sun, cooking food over a fire, sharing drinks as the sun sets, then falling asleep under the night sky without the light pollution from the city. Sleep in. Repeat.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: To disconnect from the grid, meditate, and be able to listen to as much Rihanna as I want with no complaints!
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: The forest represents such a magical, healing scape. A training ground for you to hide and seek, jump, and climb. You can run, trip, and fall. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep going most times without consequence. Although if you require a longer reprieve, the forest will also grant you the sanctuary you need. No storm can touch you while you’re in her caring arms. I apologize every time I have to leave, and greet her with a loving breath or sigh every time I return.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: My children could climb trees while I read books. My guy could grow his beard weird and long. We could stop talking. Dance instead. My daughter could draw the constellations in the dirt with her tiny toes. My son could play freeze tag with owls. It would be summer and we’d all be dirty. Moving slow. Like we are ancient. Because we are ancient.
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: I could tilt my head back, talk to the stars, and maybe grow a tail…
Q: Why do you want to live in the woods?
A: Beds of moss, howling at midnight moons, and, obviously, finding faeries. It's a no brainer. Now you've got me thinking I SHOULD be living in the woods…