I don’t normally post more than one post a day, but this is not a normal day. Yesterday we went to Stanley Park in Vancouver, and walked through a forest of huge cedars. Everywhere we saw fallen trees, giants that had come crashing down, or stumps of trees that had to be cut down Β for one reason or another. In this sense, the forest was a cemetery.
And yet wherever a giant tree had fallen, new trees, new life was flourishing; amidst the chaos of decay, hope for the future, proof that life endures. So not a cemetery, but proof that life, and hope, cannot be held back.
Courage.











