In To The Woods I Go
This weekend I am headed into the woods alone. I have some tasks...fix our heating system, work on a gas line, fix a curtain rod and maybe even frame out a room. Mostly I will be alone with my thoughts. It feels like such a gift to be able to do and yet it feels hard to peel anyone else away from their city life to enjoy the rite. Rite of Fall or rite of the new season? Itās hard not to wax poetic when it comes to the woods. What else can capture it if you arenāt engaging all of the senses in person. That cold air and smell? The sound of the trees giving in to the weight of decay. Decay not swept away. Left alone to revitalize. Been reading a lot of Mary Oliver lately.













