When I Am Among the Trees
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
It's officially summer...my favorite of the seasons! This time last year, I spent a lot of time daydreaming about sharing the gorgeous Spokane parks with my son...today we walked slowly through the Manito Gaiser Conservatory aka "The Jungle" and perennial garden. We stopped just long enough to snap a pic or two and talk to an adorable grandpa who was smitten with Hudson...the feeling is mutual!