I was in the forest this morning at first light, the time when the sun came over the Green Mountains of Vermont and penetrated this deep and beautiful and old forest, the dying red leaves of the forest were the stained glass, the tall trees the great walls, the sun the pulpit and the guide. This was a hollowed place, a kind of communion. Mother Earth is bleeding, but still strong and powerful and sacred in so many different ways.

I felt that in the forest, in the stillness, in the sudden implosion of light that means the angels were present, they were walking with us, this is how they talk to us.