I read this thing about forest fires when I was in school, and it basically said that a sustainable forest management plan should include fires because forests need fire in order to survive. It emphasized the science behind the forest’s need to every once in a while burn itself hot and fast in order to clear out the undergrowth and to make way for what is to come next.
I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m a little obsessed with the ecological principal of succession, but succession in a forest means that even when everything looks like it’s burned to a crisp, just dead and gone, there is still life if you look close enough. The trees survive, even though they may be charred on the outside, their hearts still beat and they will thrive.
Right at this strange, rebuilding season of my life, succession feels more urgent than ever. While some days I may feel like the wasted and burned version of the forest that you may see from afar, I am actually the still thriving version that survives the fires and rises again.
That comforts me.
