A gentle rain is scenting the dry places along the trail as we climb through the forest. The vibrant green of Spring grass opens the heart. Music from a tinkling brook echoes the gratitude we are feeling. Here, we follow our instinct. We leave all that is learned behind and surrender to the knowing.
a butterfly with tenderness she dances from flower to flower pure white and breathing
The rains have stopped and the glen is full of bird song. It’s good to smell pine and freshly watered earth after the dry spell. A faint path is covered in paw prints from furry folk who walk here in the night. The more we journey here, the more we feel two worlds connecting.
linked lives ribbons of white bells glitter in the sun
We are so grateful to hike in the National Park and breathe the mountain air. The higher ground is covered in snow, adding to the freshness. Ground-nesting birds rest on cushions of grass and moss, beneath the heather. We stick to the trails and pace ourselves.
Further ahead, young trees and seedlings are slowly re-greening the hills. For the first time since we moved here, neighbouring land managers and conservation groups are working together to create one seamless, natural landscape. A landscape for the wildlife, and for the people who live and walk here too.
The pine with yellow fluorescent dots have gone, a few with pink dots are still standing. The logging truck left deep trails in the mud, filled with melted snow. The wood feels bereaved and empty at first. Until we notice the moss, shoots of spring grass and the finely barbed beginnings of a wild rose.