When the forest is quiet...

We live in the backyard of a beautiful National Park in Quebec and that means that going there on the weekends or anytime during the high season means hiking trails that feel like highways... 

This specific park is especially known for his Flambée des couleurs (a festival that celebrates its beautiful colors during fall). Now that all the leaves are on the ground and that the days have grown cold and wet, the trails are all ours to explore!

There was ice on the puddles along the trail and beautiful frozen branches over the little river...

And the best thing is that the little wooden shelter that we love is almost always empty at this time of year. The kids each claimed a bed and loudly played while we chatted by the stove and served lunch.

It was so quiet in the forest, that we almost felt like we were intruding on those two young deer meal.

:: On the way back, a little someone was very proud to be the train leader... ::

And each time I set foot in the forest, I am reminded that this is where I belong, where I heal, where I breathe more deeply. Its quietness helps me connect with my inner wisdom, my peace.