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Rebellion

Rebellion

“Somehow, I managed to find my way into the woods. The trail was thick with dry oak leaves. I dragged my feet, kicked, and I remembered. I remembered the swish, swish, swish of rigid leaves as they came together, flew high, and fell back to the ground in unison....
The Hand

The Hand

“Growth isn’t linear. We circle back, often without realizing it. Maybe we become MORE of who we are meant to be; bigger, better, a distilled version of our best selves. That would be growth. Holding on to the good, expanding it, letting go of the petty and...
Seeds

Seeds

“Friday night, Todd told us a story about an aging Emperor who was ready to choose his successor. As a qualifying test, each child in the land was given a seed to care for. After a year, the children reconvened to share their results. All but one presented the...
The Walking Stick

The Walking Stick

“Look at this Stick Bug,” said Ranger Scott, flashing a smile as I exited my car at the old Boy Scout Camp trailhead. The creature took me back to a time of limited vocabulary. My family was sitting in the woods. “Look at this, Kimmy, it’s a Walking Stick,” I...
Bumblebee

Bumblebee

A small local Forest Preserve beckoned that morning. A creek runs through it. I love a place where the water and the woods meet. On my way to my favorite trail, I walked by a shelter as a couple was unloading their car. Noting a cooler and chairs, I asked if they were...