It’s that magic time of evening when you just stand and allow the swaying of the trees and the wind on the water to speak. The rustle of the leaves, the singing birds, and the squirrels chattering at each other punctuate the silence. Home isn’t just where we are, but what we are in moments such as these.
Katrina and I walk hand in hand as if to blend into all that surrounds us. In those special spaces between our thoughts, we become nature, and we treasure the sanctity of soil, sky, and all that surrounds us. How precious a woodland walk can be! How beautiful this gift! Words can do it no justice. Please give this gift often to yourself and those you love.