Hey there Reader, I didn’t grow up with trails. I didn’t grow up with steady roots or safe spaces, or Sunday morning hikes with someone pointing out birdsong and tree bark. The woods came later, as a kind of homecoming I didn’t know I needed. The first time I set foot on a real trail by myself, I wasn’t looking for answers. I just needed to breathe. Life had gotten too loud. Too many roles. Too many shoulds. Too much giving from a cup that had been dry for years. But something happened out...