A subtle sylvan celebration of how our hurts and our healings shape the singular beauty of our character.
Few things salve sanity better than the awareness that there are infinitely many kinds of beautiful lives, and few places foster this awareness more readily than the forest — this cathedral of infinite possibility, pillared by trees of wildly different shapes and sizes that all began life as nearly identical seeds.
Among the many existential consolations of trees — these teachers in loss ...
Published on November 05, 2021 16:52