When the leaves begin to turn, and most flowers go to seed, there is one that springs to life. In the fall, common boneset fills the Ohio woodland meadows with tiny white flowers. I wait for boneset to appear each fall, predictable, wild, and strong in a climate that can be turbulent.

I cherish this plant on my morning meditative walks, when the air is crisp. The woods are quiet except for the crunch of leaves beneath my feet and the occasional sound of a nearby bird or animal. Within the silence, I listen to the whispers of the Spirit. My mind releases the clutter of daily life, and I am free to be. It is time well spent, a place of centering in moments with the divine.