The powerful northern winds choreographed a dance with the trees of the hollow. A variety of hickory, sycamore and oak towering over the path of Stoney brook swayed uncontrollably as if they were bowing to the heavens. The howl of the high winds and the snapping sound of the trees could be heard as their branches bent in half as they nearly kissed the surface of the earth. I stood sheltered between two young pine and felt little of the force of nature as it took full command of the upper ridge. A slew of fallen branches lay across the path creating a scene of destruction and thus shedding a view of our vulnerability as we stand one with nature. Thus the lessons of life best learned from nature herself appear, respect for the simplicity and the mighty energy of the season.
~It is not with fear that we travel through life, but cloaked in the embrace of love and respect,for neither shall lead us a stray from the light of the spirit, which illuminates even on the darkest of days.~ We can either allow the weight of others to hold us
down or to lift us up, inevitably the choice is ours.
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