In keeping with the spiritual side of fitness, I submit this:
The forest calls to me with a voice that is quiet and still and yet is so loud in my innermost being that I can scarce resist it. I can feel with my soul the tall tree’s, heavy and well-rooted while they sway gracefully in the heaven-sent winds that flow down the canyons of the Sierra’s. My daily routine yearns to be interrupted by a pilgrimage to these great, old trees. Would that I could stand at the base of a giant Ponderosa or Sequoia and gaze up into its bosom of needles and cones. With use of my hands and feet alone I would climb the rough bark until I became one with the freshness and strength of its mighty limbs. Continuing to the very crown I would sit in a collection of branches, making a seat from which I could begin to understand the special place a tree holds in the plan of the forest. I would know that my new friend had been alive and thriving for generations, unlike my frail few years that I have on the earth. I can only wonder what marvelous things have occurred within sight of the tree. Thank you God for giving us trees.
