
07/02/2025
Touched by Trees, Carried by Community: A New Musing on Even Being
It rained last night. It is Father’s Day…the first Father’s Day since my Dad’s passing on Memorial Day.
The walk in the forest feels particularly fresh. The smells of growth and the harmony of scents given off by trees, bushes, and grasses all move together symbolizing new earth birth. It feels grounding and rising up at the same time.
It feels connected, in much the same way I feel re-anchored, opened, expanded and fresh. Like I’ve been washed with gentle rain-love for several days, nourishing body, soul, and spirit in a way that meets my thirst line.
I knew I was thirsty, but didn’t know parts of me were parched. And did not recognize just how much this replenishment, and re-plugging into community that I readily connect with, anchors me at this stage of healing and exploration.
And I am grateful.
I make no plans or even inquiry as to how this will continue to unfold upon my return tomorrow. But I do know that the time away, apart, and connected has nourished me in a way my roots could sink in deeply. I was invited to receive the abundance of what was offered with receptivity and did so to my capacity.
“Grateful” doesn’t describe how I feel and it suffices. Thank you.