Arroe Collins Forest Stories

I was moved by a thought that filled my heart while talking to a legend in music. It flooded my process to the point of taking the words into the forest. I wanted to better understand why in the center of such an incredible conversation something so moving leaped into my heart and then onto a page. The weird thing about being a writer. What once moved you has a way of steering you toward deeper wa...

I've spent a lot of time in mediation studying what it means to live in the presence of the present. There's a huge amount of energy waiting to be tapped into. But too often we allow the outside world to crack the code. Putting focus on being in the present allows the movement of all things to become part of your awareness. There are large amounts of natural songs being given birth while putting c...

We keep hearing how there's too much noise in the world. So much so world leaders are building devices and shooting them off into space just so people can hear his voice. But what happens when chance and opportunity put you inside a forest. Not just any collection of trees but rather on this particular day everything within the limbs and leaves was completely silent. You were sent to sit in the fo...

Science has gotten really good at predicting weather. Through man made technology we can spot a collection of swirling clouds days away from where we presently stand. So often I hear people talk about unexpected things always creating storms in their personal lives. It's followed with, "I never saw it coming." But we can predict the storms. The paths are laid out hours and sometimes days in advanc...

The things we are missing are the things we keep taking. What if we weren't supposed to have it? What if making such a comment was speaking to our over zealous behavior of always wanting something bigger and better than what we already have? It's extremely difficult to walk into any business and truly find a person with deep happiness. I can spot a fake within 15 seconds of making eye contact. It'...

Like a great movie or favorite song the most recent total solar eclipse is still very much alive in my everyday walk. I can't help but wonder if its because my focus during those three minutes of transformation were off the physical bright light becoming dim and more on the reaction of everything around me. Sitting inside the forest to fall witness to how the other living things reacted to somethi...

In the movie Beautiful Mind Russell Crowe's character not only dealt with but lived with several mental beasts. Those voices in your head and heart that seem to always win invisible confrontations. Within my daily writing I've often described them as being faceless beasts. When you look in the mirror you can't see them. When you speak with others they can't find any shape they carry anywhere on yo...

It's funny how people describe their places in the present. Some enjoy questioning it while others float along as if to be part of a passing breeze. The older I get the more I find myself trying to locate the brakes that'll physically slow down the two hands on a clock. My only discovery to date is to find faith in boredom. I love to sit in the center of a mall or a forest and just do nothing. Abs...

Those voices in your head. Some feel like storms while others leave you in question. I don't mind facing each. What is placed within isn't without. What is heard can be a swift change in the wind. But ultimately how you react is the true message. We all get weird messages from moments and far away places. But do you listen to them? What if a wacky sentence that remains unstructured is the first st...

Every place we travel from home to work we've become too reliant on two words, "I wish." Most of the time we've got so many wishes lined up that in order to see one come true it would require us to remember why it was we made the wish. Some of the top wishes? I wish it was Friday. I wish I had enough money. I wish I didn't have to do this. In living a "present" life. I've learned that being in the...

I was shocked to see that it's been nearly a month since I've written in the forest. How is that possible? It feels like just yesterday. While in thought my writing instrument drew out a frame of mind that sort of crosses the line. Has God gotten so bored with our place in time that he's taking his game to a different level? I do it all the time. When I want Monopoly or any other board game to com...