The forest is not a backdrop. It is part of the work. A space of slowness, interruption, and attention. A space that resists clarity and control. In Ekeby, the forest shapes perception.
It alters rhythm, focus, and orientation. Time unfolds differently here. Through cycles of growth, decay, silence, and return. What is hidden does not disappear. It remains — as trace, as residue, as potential. The forest does not offer answers. It creates conditions. For listening.
For sensing. For staying with what is not yet clear. To be in the forest is not to observe it from a distance. It is to be affected by it.