Pruned by the Wind

Leafless branches litter the wet earth in the aftermath of the storm. It came suddenly out of the north with a powerful wind that whipped through the trees and cleaned them out. Cobwebs are gone.The dead weight of lifeless woodwas lifted away and the tree is free,stretching up toward sky and sun.Spirit-wind, breath of God,sometimesContinue reading “Pruned by the Wind”

The Forest Dance

White bark peeling but holding on, the birches spike high into the sky, into the blue, craving sunlight. The pines do too, brown bark firm, graciously extending multiple arms fringed with green lace to hug their neighbors. The birches’ golding leaves whisper gratitude as wind incites community dance. Breath of heaven, may we respond thisContinue reading “The Forest Dance”