The first snow, and the woods at the Western Reserve is calling me. Holidays are so stressful. I almost wish we could do without them and just celebrate each day one day at a time. The only tonic I know of for a weary soul is the silence and aloneness that nature provides. And I am one weary traveler today. So I will search the woods for answers, ask the trees for advice, soak in the music of the birds and enjoy one brief moment of true peace.
Maybe there's something too broken in me to fix. I'm hoping I can trust the woods today and the ocean next week to make repairs and restore my faith in the promise of an uncomplicated life. I'm all out of answers right now.
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