I've made my retreat to Boreal Life Trail at Paul Smiths VIC which is located in the upper reaches of the Adirondack Park in New York. Light rain descends all around today. I've left my hat in the car on purpose. The decision to allow the cool raindrops to land on my head and drip down onto my ears and face as I make my way through this wild space feels like receiving the bog's welcome. There is a peace, a oneness. Here it's life upon life in abundant diversity; sundew and creeping snowberry grow over a bed of sphagnum moss where the acidic water is too shallow for trees to take root. A bog bordered by fir and spruce is a boreal sanctuary where today I take delight in the sharp penetrating, singe-note "pik!" calls of black-backed woodpeckers and the inquisitive notes of Canada jays while the tall, narrow, fine-tipped tops of balsam trees in the distance are spires reaching toward the heavens. A sanctuary indeed.