when it ever quits raining long enough to dry out, i get out in the woods and listen to the quiet. some japanese friends recently came to visit, and we walked through some planted pines. the pine needles quieted our steps, and the uniformly planted pines created pleasant vistas. the woods looked and felt like a chapel, and we felt blessed to experience the beauty and quiet. take some time before the pace picks up again, to get out in nature and listen to the stillness, so you can hear your own inner voice speak up.
