Monday, I took the dog for another walk in the woods near our house. Sometimes we go there too often and I forget to stop and enjoy the feel of the trees breathing.
We reached a point where the trees towered above us, stately and silent. The feeling of stillness, of waiting and reverence was like no church ever built. Here is where I find my God, my Gaia, where the Earth touches the sky. I remembered to stop, be still and just be present in the moment. I didn't take pictures of the trees, knowing that my camera couldn't do justice to the feeling of the moment.
The dog found good things to sniff while I photographed the foxgloves.