I took a walk along the banks of the Saco River this afternoon, miles from the nearest house. As I made my way through the dense undergrowth, stepping over the remains of fallen trees and rocky terrain, I saw beautiful moments unfolding, small buds on the twiggy ends of limbs, little purple flowers clinging to the side of a rock, the vacated trunk of a termite infested stump. The sound of the river carried on the breeze. I walked a long distance, alone, listening to the forest. It spoke to me of peace, resiliance and acceptance, and shared it's quiet beauty, asking nothing of me in return.