
Forest Reflections
I’m out roaming along the trails in Mount St. Helens National Park. Forty-five years ago the top blew off the mountain and lava and ash and everything else that comes along with it came roaring down these valleys. Another forest gradually took shape above the old one. Ponds, waterways, trees, and wildlife returned. New growth.
The Ravens up on the nearby hill seem to be having quite a fuss and carrying on, but I enjoy it all the same. Judging by the birds down here singing away I get the feeling it’s likely just a typical morning. It’s all pretty subtle, it’s the gradual shifts you pick up on.
Wing Flaps. Light water movement. Wind rolling down off the mountains. Alder Trees bending with the breeze. The thoughts reflect a bit on the power of nature, collective resilience, transformation, the passing of time.