Mornings at my homestead feel like I’ve stepped back in time. I awaken, stoke the fire in my woodstove, bundle up, and head out on my forest trails to capture the morning’s first sunshine and breathe the intoxicatingly fresh air. The mornings have gotten cooler these days so it sometimes takes a bit of motivation to begin, but the forest’s beauty causes me to quickly forget my hesitation. Most of the colourful leaves of autumn have fallen to reveal the coniferous trees that took backseat to their beauty for a season. Once again, my eyes are drawn to the pines, spruce, and fir trees lining my path. I am reminded that healing is often in these simple experiences.
The white pines s…