|Balsam fir branching pattern|
|At the edge of thick balsam forest|
In the midst of this spruce-fir forest, balsam fir pressing in against my jacket on all sides as sweet balsam fragrance fills the air; in my mind I am transported to the Adirondacks. Though its a stretch of the imagination, I feel just as likely to meet a boreal chickadee as a black-capped, and a black-backed woodpecker as a hairy.
Today I thank God for you, my wild neighbor, balsam fir; for you are my mental and emotional retreat to wild spaces far removed. As you press in on me from all sides in this thick forest, all of my present fear, worry, and anxiety is pressed out. Where to? I don't know; but I'm thankful for the way that the one who is the personal embodiment of the Source of Divine Creativity ministers to me through the gift of wild spaces; through the gift of balsam fir today.
This is a place to cherish and protect for the sake of the inhabitants of this boreal bog as well as those who may visit, to know the sense of community and tranquility of mind and heart that I experienced today.
|Balsam fir profile|
|Balsam fir bark|
|Balsam fir end bud|
Here is a short video clip from the Algerine swamp: