Richard Rohr sits in front of an impressive tree with his dog. The tree to his right is an old-growth forest tree that has shed its bark. It has been dying for some time. To the right is another old-growth forest tree long since dead, slowly disintegrating into the soil. The translucent background is an old-growth forest fallen tree, decaying, plant life growing on top. All the old growth forest trees are from Hartwick State Park in Grayling, Michigan. The insightful words on contemplation are Richard Rohr’s, sent to me by Gail. I am not sure where she attained them.