Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. — John Muir
Come in, the trees whisper to me, as I step over the roots and through the branches, into that familiar place of woods and water. No matter how long I’ve been away, I am always welcome here.
I feel the energy here in this quiet.
With each step, the noise in my head drains away and I hear the words from my heart. Sometimes when I walk, I notice all in my path—the green moss and the white bark and the lapping waves and the rough stones in the dirt under my feet, and I marvel at the beauty and wonder of it all. I am always welcome here.
There are other times, too—times I am turned inward examining the sticks and pebbles and waves in my heart. Each step is slow and deliberate, my eyes are down, keeping me focused on the path, the way forward and through the uneven, rocky places. I am always welcome here.
I can wander by myself, sit on the shore with my love or bring my joyful, curious, loud children to run under the branches and stick their toes in the cold, clear water. I am always welcome here.
Whether I carry joy or sorrow, anger or hope in my heart, I am always welcome here.
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
— Wendell Berry