Into the woods and through the shadows, find a secret place. Rest a while, take seat and look. You may see the faces. The Green man, a grotesque of sorts, gnarled and wizened, an age reflected in the knots and burrs.
God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, “Ah!”
A silent watcher of the world, a history ingrained within. This guardian of the woods, ever present, to ward and protect the forest folk.
Through the seasons, a cycle of life, death and rebirth, the Green Man remains. Something to be seen, to make you consider nature and the natural. The green hinterland that lies waiting for the explorer to venture in. In the background, in the twilight, watching, waiting.