Our time in the woods as a family is precious to us. In the spring, summer and fall each year my wife and I take our children to forests around New Hampshire, exploring and foraging as a family.
Our children participate in the foraging process learning not only the skills needed to properly forage and identify various plants and mushrooms. but also how to respect the forest and realizing the value of being stewards to the earth.
Our girls become fascinated with the little things they find, be it a pool from a forest stream, a mushroom found growing on a rock, or those rare endangered plants that greet us on our path.
For me, I cherish the time I get to spend in the woods on my own. These are the moments, as both a father and herbalist, that I get to restore the energy I give on a daily basis to aid or guide others.
I spend time with those wise old trees, listen to the silent stories told by the mushrooms I find. I speak with the animals that share the woods with me, and I reconnect with the earth, the mother and our home.
I take these moments to leave the human world to itself. It has no place here in the woods. I find myself a wild thing again, hiding from hikers on trails or venturing deeper into the forests, those places that feel most profoundly of home.