“When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy.”

I love trees, I love the way they tower over me, the solid structures all around like a different kind of city. I love to think about how much they’ve witnessed…these same trees standing tall while wars were fought around them. How many people walked through the woods and felt spiritual and protected? There’s something about nature. For me, there’s nothing like standing by the ocean at night, it makes you feel so small and so human. Standing in the woods is so much like that, it’s so beautiful and humbling, it helps your heart stay still and heal.

East Coast Winters

It’s my first real winter in a really long time, and when I say real I mean the wind and the snow, the not knowing if you’ll get out of the driveway in the morning. Theres something about East coast winters though, it’s quiet and settling.

It’s been a tumultuous month. The kids and I are missing their dad more and more everyday, and there are lots of questions there about the future.  But I guess you never know til you know, and things will work out the way they’re supposed to.

In Search of the Unknown

Where the slanting forest eaves,
Shingled tight with greenest leaves,
Sweep the scented meadow-sedge,
Let us snoop along the edge;
Let us pry in hidden nooks,
Laden with our nature books,
Scaring birds with happy cries,
Chloroforming butterflies,
Rooting up each woodland plant,
Pinning beetle, fly, and ant,
So we may identify
What we’ve ruined, by-and-by.


I never realized how beautiful fall is in New York, I really took those beautiful colorful leaves for granted. When I went home in June I was pretty overwhelmed by those towering mature trees and just being surrounded by hills and tall pine trees. I miss you New York and I promise I’ll be home soon.