Go. Whisper the trees. They are my ally on this walk in the woods.
Sometimes December 1st seems like the start of a race towards Christmas. Towards accomplishing. Towards balancing a hundred tasks.
But when I walk in the woods, my goal becomes noticing.
“Go slowly. Wait.” That’s the tickle in my ear, the words that swirl in the wind around me.
“Anticipating. Delighting.” These are the words that push against my expectant soul.