'The forest is awake, louder, and livelier than usual. I have walked these woodland paths hundreds of times. I have jogged. I have sat silently, moved only by the spring breeze. I have meditated. I have watched the wild, black-billed geese glide across the water ... The dusty paths know my feet. The fresh morning winds know my lungs. The trees, my faithful friends, know my secret thoughts and longings.'