There`s a tall strong tree where I enter the woods on the farm next door for a walk that I often stop and hug or at least say hello to. It`s become a symbol for me of our oldest son, killed a year and a half ago fighting a forest fire in northern Alberta. In the weeks after his death I would walk this trail, and hug the tree, simply trying to stay in touch with reality.
Happy New Year Everyone! May we all contribute to making it a good one!