LET US WANDER THROUGH THE FOREST, AND LISTEN TO THE STORIES THE PINES WHISPER, AND SEEK THE WISE COUNSEL OF BIRDS AND WILDFLOWERS… Dear Friends: It has been a little while since I have posted about our 2025 ‘Forest Therapy Retreats.’ But they remain on track, and I am greatly looking forward to them! The first: May 29–June 1. The
THE STRANGEST THING happens here at our bird feeding operation at the little cabin-in-the-woods. Sometimes—as this morning—when it is very cold—no one is here. I go out, in all my impedimenta, with seeds and corn and sunflower hearts and water, and brave the beastly cold, and… nothing. And I get a little worried. For more often when I go out
THERE’S NOTHING like the smell of a forest on a misty, foggy day. Be it the Coast Redwoods or the Olympic Peninsula or the humble Church O’ The Pines. It’s a fragrance that reaches inside of you and reminds you that you are a part of everything and everything is a part of you. On a gray, monochrome day, not
IN THE FOREST, some things glow. Even on a cloudy, drizzly evening, half an hour before dark, they glow. Not so much from the sunlight, of which there is little, but somehow from within. A red maple Kathy and I planted twenty years ago. A redbud tree like the one my grandad and I planted and watered so faithfully, one