"Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released."
- Mirabel Osler
Last Sunday Chad-o and I grabbed our gear and embarked on a hiking and fishing adventure. As he busied himself catching those poor trout, I found myself lost in thought- amazed at the beating heart of nature.
All around me, life was pulsating, emerging and thriving.
The smallest, yet strongest forms of life were being born.
Tiny, delicate and fragile, the most minuscule spores of moss prepared to carpet the forest floor.
Ranging in color from bright Kelly green to tender golden yellow, the mosses found within the forest are as unique and beautiful as the numerous races of people that pepper the face of this great globe.
But however different, they all have a softness and strength that is gentle yet formidable, delicate yet intense.
Deep inside the forest, Nature is busy.
The preparations are well underway.