Get there and listen
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. ~John Muir
The trees talk to me.
Or maybe it’s Thoreau or Longfellow or Keats. Or whomever I am filling my thoughts with on the particular day. Regardless, I listen. It’s when I’m in the woods that the greatest of all fills my heart and my soul and my head.
The photo above looks a lot likes the trails that I enjoy in my neck of the woods (no pun intended). I know not everyone gets the same thing I get from taking to the trails. Yet, I also know that everyone should find that thing that connects them to something bigger than themselves.
For some it’s the mountains . . .
Or, it’s the edge of the water . . .
Maybe it’s the dancing, free and flowing meadow . . .
Could even be the stars . . .
or a crowded street somewhere uptown . . .
Doesn’t matter where it is . . . Just get there and listen because it speaks.
