“It’s Thanksgiving morning, we’re stuck in the woods, and you’re making us hike!?” “It will be worth it! I promise.” I replied, hoisting my day-pack over my shoulders. The group of adolescent guys converged at the trailhead to wait for the day’s venture. Their boots were worn. There was ash tarnishing the fabric of their jacketsContinue reading “A Lesson in Gratitude”
Once there was a tree. Well, multiple trees. The trees around my childhood home were alive in a sense of mysticism and imagination. They each displayed a personality and a sense of responsibility.