I never take a moment in the forest for granted. The soft dripping of a recent rainfall lulls my senses with a soothing timeless rhythm. With vibrant moss greens and yellows, grounded browns and mushroom bright oranges the scene is beguiling. The silence, broken by the soft calls of chickadees and the raspier cries of ravens, echoes with a purity of spirit. There can be no wrong here, there is an ebb and flow of perfect life, as it is meant to be and should always be. This is scared, this is perfect, the natural dance of life.
The moments are fleeting, making the hours I spend listening to the forest precious and honourable.