On this St. Patrick’s Day, my hope is that as we practice the new norm of social distancing, we’ll make time to step outside and become intimately connected to the earth.

May we find a path to follow that will lead us into a hemlock grove where we can shout, cry, laugh, or just be.

May we realize it’s okay to talk to a tree for the tree will listen.

May we discover that the trees help their neighbors by offering nourishment perhaps in the form of yellow-bellied sapsucker holes . . .

and bark upon which to scrape one’s teeth–a deer one that is.

May we notice that as a fungus takes control from within and shows forth its fruiting body, it too, might provide sustenance for others–in this case, perhaps a squirrel enjoyed a few nibbles. (Hemlock Varnish Shelf or Reishi has long been touted for its medicinal benefits.)

May we get down on all fours as we peer under a hemlock on stilts–we never know who might peer back. Perhaps a leprechaun?

May we know that we all have a squiggly road in front of us.

But, as much as possible, may we follow the hemlocks example and heal what ails us.

At the end of the day, may we all have the courage to hug a tree. Any tree. And may we be surprised by its calming effect.
While we are at it, let’s be sure to thank nature for giving us space to heal ourselves.
Go ahead. Be like a hemlock.
Thanks so beautiful
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Thanks for commenting, Rosie. Be well.
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Great post, Leigh! Thanks! Sue Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you, Sue. We talked about you tonight at our MMNP meeting–praising your work on the curriculum.
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Thank you for wise and encouraging thoughts. We are in “shelter-at-home” mode here,looking for ways to appreciate the time …
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Thank you, Ellen, for commenting. Time sure is precious and suddenly we have been gifted with it. Just wish the circumstances were different. Be well.
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Beautiful and Peaceful. xo
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Thanks BS! Love you. From afar, of course.
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a nice selection of some of your many beautiful winter photos
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Thanks Jen. The calendar may say spring, but it’s still winter in western Maine.
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