Each August,
I come to a place
in the mountains where
my great grandfather lived
for a few weeks every year,
followed by my grandfather,
then my mother…
and now me.
The sense of history
in the woods here is palpable.
I feel my ancestors’ presence
in the tall trees
that stand beside this house.
They remind me
that others came before me
and others will long after;
and they remind me that
we’re each part of something
so much larger than ourselves.
In that, I’ve found peace
and wisdom and perspective.
I believe the souls of
our most beloved relatives
are never truly far away,
often waiting for us only to
Look up
Look up
Look up
and ask for guidance
in the times we need it most.
Like this tree,
their arms are open;
ready to embrace and show us
a view far more expansive
than we might have
otherwise known.
Risk Forward & Look Up,
