This is the path I walk.
The deeper into the heart of the forest I wander, the closer I get to the trees and the farther I get from that outer me, that me that everyone sees.
The path into the woods makes me think about life.
I think about everything I've left behind and everything I've gained in the process of letting go.
I think about Moose....how someone lovingly carved their grief into the bark of an aspen after the dog was buried among the roots of the tree. I believe Moose had a good life.
And I think about the house we cannot seem to find up here and how a dear friend told me "don't push the river" but all I want to do is jump in and swim until I find that perfect house, that piece of land that speaks to me.
Yet, as I stand among the trees, surrounded by stained glass aspen and oaklight, I know that on this day, at this moment, it is exactly where I should be.