They say it’s rained every weekend for 2 months straight. No wonder my soul feels gray. My dog was restless and following me around the house while I was trying to do chores.

So we went for a short hike. There was a lot of mud. But we both came back breathing a little easier. I came away feeling rested and energized in a way the neighborhood streets never make me feel. The dog stopped following me around and took a nap on the couch while I continued my chores.
Like John Muir says: “And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”