There is a certain charm to running in the woods in the winter. The sound of the wind swirling around the branches. The red sun beaming through the openings, sprawling across the snow. The soft trickling sound of the pine needles as they make their way down to the ground. The rustle of the decomposing materials, and the soft touch of your feet connecting to the ground. Each step resounds and brings an electric vibe to the majestic arches of the trees shaking above your head. If you are lucky there are even snowflakes gently falling down and melting as they reach the warmth of your breath.
For someone who has grown up nestled under shades of the forest, it is almost a comforting feeling to be hidden away. As if to be in another world. A place where you can simply follow a path, wander until you are lost, only to stumble back to where you had originally left off.
Every turn of the calendar seems to mark new beginnings, like a new chapter, another adventure through the woods. You can chose a path carefully, following it, to find all sorts of new challenges. At the the end of the path, you take some time to breathe, relax and reflect.
This forest creature has many passions to follow and goals to be fulfilled in this new year. The journey means finding many new destinations, triumphs and failures, smiles and tears, but mainly good people with whom to share these great things. Each person has their own story, perspective and lifetime of experiences. The best part about what I do… Which has no clear definition… is learning about these things and helping them, help me, become a better and stronger human being.
With that being said, I hope you share your stories with me, as I do with you this next year, and maybe just maybe we will cross paths on a forested trail.
By Geneviève Lalonde
A collection of stories and tales. Reminiscing the past and exploring the future.