"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself." - William Blake, 1799, The Letters Mysterious forest I hear your chants, I cannot resist to walk deeper your way.
Flexible we have to be, rigidigy is hard on our soul.
A frozen pond is all it takes to learn hockey. I remember, my dad made an ice ring at the back of the house when I was 7; this is when I got my first skate. In fact, I was way too old!
