Come Walk with Me
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My little birdhouse is dressed for fall, surrounded by orange leaves. And inside my own house, October means birthdays, pumpkin pies, persimmon bread, and people I love coming through the door. This is our gathering month. I look forward to it all year. Look at that little birdhouse tucked beneath the orange leaves. Doesn’t it look ready to welcome someone home? That’s how I feel this week. October is here, my birthday has just passed, and our family gathering is underway. Fr

This time nobody left anything for me. No one carved it, stacked it or put it there. The forest made its own little surprise, and my only job was to notice. By the third little discovery, I began to see a pattern. First there were hearts in the moss. Then a cairn left by another hiker. And then I spotted this strange, beautiful burst of orange growing from the side of an old tree. This one hadn't been left by another person. Nobody arranged it for me to find. The forest had m

Someone stopped here before me, gathered a few rocks and carefully balanced them. I don't know who made this little cairn or why. But for a moment, two strangers who will probably never meet shared the same spot on the mountain. It doesn't take much to make me stop on a trail. Sometimes it's something grand, a sweeping view or an enormous redwood. Sometimes it's a few rocks carefully balanced on top of one another. Someone had stopped here before me and made this little cairn