This unseen web spreads out through the forest, an immense network of communication and sustenance, connecting everything.

One day a stunning, iridescent green insect appeared on the boards that had been laid over the swampy creek bottom. We turned over a log near the old garden shack, and a red-striped salamander presented itself like a small jewel. There’s no telling what may be revealed, and when.

I recently participated in a conversation in which dissatisfaction or dissonance was a recurring theme poignantly and piercingly captured in a line quoted from a Mary Oliver poem: I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment…...