It's not supposed to be perfect. It's kinda the point of the forest therapy I guide (one of them anyway) to learn to sit with it all -- the good, the bad, and the ugly. And the beautiful. Maybe noticing the beautiful a little extra.

I heard it before I saw it — the sweetest little gurgle of a sound coming from this bubbling flow of water on my walk today. It’s amazing what we can notice when we slow down and get quiet and curious. 

I’ve been quiet for a while, in kind of a cocoon, like many of us I think.