Another year, another month, and so we begin again... life blossoming into springtime. Buds on the trees. Little yellow and purple flowers.

Went to Cunningham Falls State Park, camping with Karla and Matt and Robin. Grilled shish kabobs over an open fire on a makeshift grill built from sticks and fastened with wire. MacGyver would have been proud.

Hiked in the moonlight. The half-moon shining down on the most perfect and beautiful cherry blossoms, like snow suspended in space, or little ethereal moons themselves, reflections of eternity.

Hiked up Bob's Hill this morning - 1.5 miles and an insane elevation rise. A good workout. Beautiful views from the twin overlooks.

Being in the woods, just being. The beauty of small things coming into life, embracing their own existences. Moss, lichens on rocks, small wild spring onions.

And so we begin again, born into newness, embraced by our brothers and sisters the rocks and the trees.

Being one with all that is - is being all that is. I am a wild spring onion. I am the moss growing along the side of the path.