After caring for the garden with water and admiration, I went for a walk around the trail through the hollow behind our house. In the spirit of Muir, I sauntered. I walked slowly and stopped often to look at things and soak it all in. I spent over an hour walking only about a mile. I wandered and marveled at the wonders of creation about me. Though the temperature was around 90ºF, I moved slowly enough that I was still comfortable. I saw--but mostly heard--turkeys noisily flying in the trees. I ran my hands across carpets of moss. I stopped to admire many big trees, wondering their age, and feeling honored to be in their presence. I gratefully breathed in the very air these big trees were breathing out. Breathing the spirit of the forest brings me peace and healing.
|Sassafras leaf on moss|
|Looking up through Paw Paw leaves|
|This is our woodland chapel. Any time I'm here, this quiet spot|
in the forest seems to stop me for a period of contemplation.