We walked in our woods yesterday morning. It was chilly, a bit cloudy, and the air had that wonderful earthy, autumn smell. There is something grounding — spiritual — about an early morning walk among the glorious trees, the multi-colored leaves pirouetting in their final, slow dance to the ground, the trees whispering shared secrets as old as time.
“I think probably one of the important things that happened to me was growing up in Idaho in the mountains, in the woods, and having a very strong presence of the wilderness around me. That never felt like emptiness. It always felt like presence.” – Marilynne Robinson