There’s never a bad time to stop and smell the roses. Today though, in the absence of roses, I crouch down slowly, rummage through the damp detritus on the forest floor, and gently lift a jumble of leaves, branches, bark and stems to my nose. I feel self-conscious, but persist with a deep, considered inhale. The fresh, earthy scent is surprisingly rejuvenating and I suddenly don’t care much for my initial insecurities anymore.
I’m not in the habit of smelling clammy ground cover, but I am in Japan, the birthplace of shinrin-yoku or “forest bathing”, and the phrase, “When in Rome…” can be credited for many of my travel decisions. More than a walk in the park, forest bathing is mindful connection with nature. It’s taking in the sights, sounds…