Dear Curiosity Journal,

After a long spell of screen work, meetings, and crossing tasks from my to-do list, I reward myself with a walk in the woods. My only errand here is to spy spring wildflowers. I retrain my eye to the nuances of green after a winter of muted hues, but find no efflorescence. Instead, I’m captivated by the verdant moss covered stones, the glittering crannies of rocks, and the valley course where the water wanders.  I climb the steep hillside and pause to embrace an old mother maple, my thumping chest drumming against her bosom of bark.  I breathe in her sun-warmed woody aroma and smell a faint hint of sweetness. I imagine her hearing my human heart alongside her own pumping rhythms of life, moving liquid like me. 

~Joy