I rounded the corner on my dark walk this morning….and, once again, the breeze hit me and the stars were out and it was quiet and the stream to my left was talking to me….and it felt “right”.

I think that God whispers to us all the time…but it’s usually not quiet enough where we put ourselves to hear him.

It’s quiet on our road at 4:30 in the morning….under all those bright stars.

I thought, “Man…if Donald Trump could just get out in Nature….and really pay attention….quiet his mind….feel something…we’d be better off.”

Better off.

That’s not going to happen.

He’d probably see time spent sitting under a giant Redwood tree as a waste of time.

I inherited some property in Idaho when my father died, and I’ve had people tell me that it’s a “good investment”.

I guess that’s true.

It’s heritage….it’s family….but I don’t look at every tree in those mountains in terms of “board feet”.

I don’t see the money that something spiritual is going to bring me.

A tree is worth so much more than a gold-plated faucet or a new bespoke overcoat.

It’s worth the same as an elephant’s tail.

That’s funny.

We can’t have a relationship with God if we don’t have a relationship with Nature.

We can’t have a (good) relationship with each other if we don’t have a connection to and with God.

That doesn’t mean that we have to get all Pantheistic on this stuff.

God isn’t Nature….only.

But…God’s in Nature.

There is something spiritual that’s missing in this big picture.

I wish that Donald Trump would sit down by a big tree for a while.

He could even bring Stormy.

It would probably do her some good, too.

And…maybe he could bring that tail-cutting son of his, too.

Jr. could probably use a connection to Nature that didn’t involve killing something for entertainment purposes.

That might be a good thing.