Hey there Reader, From the Trail: The Moon Between the Trees I have a favorite spot on the ridge where the trees frame the night sky just right.Last fall, I sat there watching a waxing crescent rise. There was something about its quiet determination, small, growing, patient. It felt like the reminder I didn’t know I needed: not everything happens all at once. The moon teaches us that change isn’t linear. It waxes, it wanes, and even when it’s hidden, it’s still there. That’s why burning moons...