Why hello Oregon, my dear old friend... I know it's been a while since we last touched base, but that all changes today... I'm absorbing all things about you... The feel of your cool soil on my bare feet, the roughness of your bark as I swing from your oldgrowth arms and glide into a crystal clear pool at the base of one of your majestic snowcapped peaks.. I am bursting with the anticipation of ending the day drunk on your honey sun shine and high off of your cologne of wild lavender, fresh water and ancient pines.. Momentarily, I am perfectly content to relax in your soothing cooling shade and listen to the harmony of your whisperig breezes,  humming birds, buzz of the bumble bees, and the trickle of your cool bubbling brook... No, I am no poet, just a natural born pacific northwesterner.. Can I help it if the raw beauty of my surroundings drives and inspires me occasionally?

I don’t have to have everything figured out to do the things I’m interested in.
For does the hermit crab let its shell crush it before selecting another?

I don’t have to be totally secure to love and be loved.
Does the redwood wait until it’s fully grown to offer its shade?

I don’t have to be financially stable to have a good time.
The deer frolic and dance, never troubled by rent or savings.

I don’t have to be healed to start living my life.
The forest doesn’t wait for the trees to regrow after a fire before painting the hillside green again.