I don’t normally post more than one post a day, but this is not a normal day. Yesterday we went to Stanley Park in Vancouver, and walked through a forest of huge cedars. Everywhere we saw fallen trees, giants that had come crashing down, or stumps of trees that had to be cut down for one reason or another. In this sense, the forest was a cemetery.
And yet wherever a giant tree had fallen, new trees, new life was flourishing; amidst the chaos of decay, hope for the future, proof that life endures. So not a cemetery, but proof that life, and hope, cannot be held back.