I went to the wood yesterday to walk, to pray, to cry, and to surrender all that was nagging at my bones and my spirit. I did not expect to photograph or pause–I needed to roam through creation until I could feel my spirit come alive again.
And then I unexpectedly came up Lenten roses and forsythia and deer, and I wanted to collect these moments of joy, sabbath and renewal and tuck them away.
For times such as these.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau