Often when I walk these woods I get awe-struck by the enormity of all these trees cradling me, nursing me in mind and body, opening themselves to me, entreating me to surrender ever more fully to their care.
I have no idea how many trees are in Balsamea, so I say ten thousand. It’s probably a drastically low estimate, especially if you count all the little ones just getting started. I also say I’ve walked these trails ten thousand times, but I know it is many more. I just stopped estimating when it reached ten thousand. It’s all too much for me, and never enough.
I am immersed in the virtually miraculous nature of this unbelievable gift in which I swim. I did nothing to deserve it or earn it.