By Teresa Smith

Journal contributor

Walk in the woods and notice patterns on the trail. A riot of color and feelings of joy.

It rained and now burgundy, rich deep blue, luminous gold, like cedar fronds gone by and a thousand shades of green. Moldery smells of earth, fir needles and sea. Birds chirp and I notice the rough texture of bark. Mist rises. A sense of mystery, love and peace. All the answers and all the questions.

Look up to heaven. Cathedral forest as if looking through stained glass and secrets woven between worlds.

This island as sanctuary – a woodland temple and shelter from the storm.