It is said that the land in Rogers Park where people from across the globe now live, work, study and pray, was once a forest of birch and oak trees; birch close to the lake shore and oak farther inland. Indeed, there are some venerable oak trees out back of the monastery and the older sisters used to say that it was a forest of oaks going all the way back when we first arrived over 100 years ago. Sometimes, if I remember, I go collect acorns in the fall for an acorn meditation about nurturing our dreams. (I have to make a mental note to go do that in a few weeks!) I wonder. . . . when we have removed such beauty to make way for other hopes, dreams, lives, to take its space, what is our new responsibility to live our lives, to love God and others so much that the resulting glow is a glorious as this ? May we be shelter, nourishment, and beauty for each other; may we become woodland; may we be good medicine.