With each and every walk in our woods, I feel as though we are making a layer of memories of place. These new memories are laid upon other layers (and layers upon layers) from the past, which we can only dream about and imagine, for they are not ours to remember. They belong to the other spirits who have passed this way.
On this day, I felt all of that...and joy and gratitude, wonder and love, and the beginnings of a new tradition.
It might have been my favorite walk yet.