December 27, 2000: When you love somebody

Each new morning, I fear the forest is no longer there to greet me—when I come home from work, I fear the forest has left me. My relationship with this forest is true love—I walk through it everyday, I study its growth and I listen to every sound created. And so…I sat writing about last nights dream—questions of who, what, where, why and when? How did this dream pertain to the sacred path I follow? I wait for the sun to wake—to see, if my forest survived last nights dream.