“The blackest despair at the heart of them gets pressed to diamond.”

I read this line in Richard Power’s book, The Overstory this week and it struck a chord.

How are you doing, friend?

It’s a continuous roller coaster ride here. One moment I'm in complete anxiety mode and the other moment totally relaxed.

Yesterday morning, I sat in the woods in the company of a magnificent pine tree.

It’s poker straight trunk stretched at least 80 feet up towards the sky and was topped with wavy branches covered in green needles.