Indian Pipes, or Ghost Pipes, have stopped me in my tracks every time I see them. I’ve never once noticed them on the forest floor and just kept on walking. They bring me quite literally to my knees as I kneel on the leaves and get as close to them as I can to see the ethereal pink hues.

Our habits place limitations on our experience. We may neglect to see, hear, smell, taste, touch much of our life fully because of how we categorized our experience.

There is a balm in nature that makes the wounded whole.

Why does change have to be so hard? Change is a process which adjusts to life situations. If we were fixed, we’d lose the ability to adapt. So, when you feel balanced one moment and later feel off track, remember your reflection practice, and that we can always begin again.

We're in this weird and exciting place of paradoxical times. The increasing research of medicinal plants for treatment of contemporary diseases feels ironic to me. Medicine is going back to nature to treat lifestyle illnesses which come from living disconnected from nature.