Mindfulness in everyday life.
Our trees are bare. Strong winds roar through naked branches. I appreciate trees in all seasons. During winter, they teach me about vulnerability, resilience, and courage. There’s no place to hide (no protective leaves), just bare branches. During this pandemic (and its inexpressible stresses), we’re all raw, vulnerable, and bare. Still, we often protect our tender hearts.
On my website, there’s a page where people can share anonymously. Last weekend, I received this powerful message (which deserves a response).
Last weekend, Mark and I camped in the Sylvania Wilderness area. Less than 5% of American land is designated as "wilderness," where human beings are just visitors and nature can be nature. No person-made structures, no motors, no noise. We canoed to our campsite, which is surrounded by old-growth forest.
