My heart is heavy with thoughts of recent events both here in the US and abroad, especially in Baltimore and Nepal. It all makes me feel so insignificant as I head outside. And it makes me all the more thankful for the opportunity to head outside and wander freely along the path and through the woods.
My hope is that you’ll never pass by a Red Maple tree again and dismiss it as just another tree.
The same is true for a Striped Maple.
My hope is you’ll relish the life of a vernal pool
as it supports a variety of species for such a short time,
including this predaceous diving beetle and wiggly mosquito larva.
Visit soon, because they are already drying up.
My hope is you’ll look around and notice the subtle signs
of mammal activity.
And have the good fortune to see a den and scat up close.
My hope is you’ll come upon stone walls
and objects in the woods that will make you wonder about those who came before.
My hope is you’ll notice the abalone colors of turkey tails
and see castles in tree stumps.
My hope is you’ll sink in the mud
as you travel along the trail.
May those who suffer find hope and wonder.