Dear Woods,
The clean scent of cut pine greeted Asha and me as we walked up a trail we hadn’t been on in a while. Then I saw a large scarred space instead of your beautiful trees.
My heart ached as I carefully stepped over, around and on the many scattered branches, twigs and roots left by loggers. My head spun as I searched for the trail, disoriented by the wide roads created for heavy equipment.
Woods, I know you’ve been through this before, and each time you’ve responded with new growth.
Please teach me to meet change with an open and resilient heart.
In heartship,
Marilyn
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