On my mother’s birthday, February 16, I took a long walk on snow shoes in the Northern woods.  The woods were beautiful and the sky blue with sun.  I never tire of it, and being here makes me long for it and to be here more.  It is like an imprint has been made inside of me and my soul from and by the woods.  It takes patience to allow the impressions to sink in and saturate your senses, brain and feelings.  It is like God is speaking directly through the woods in language that is without words.  This is so welcomed and clarifying and thought-less, except to internally proclaim the beauty and amazement and wonder.   The woods are a metaphor of profound…