Out here in the woods, the tree dance brings a welcome, hearty, and ever changing song.
Season to season they stand in place and in witness of all of life’s wonder – a constant teaching.
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. -John Muir
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When men reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery