Growing up in the mountains, my father always told me that a one diseased fir tree can bring down an entire forest. I'm no arborist, so I can't confirm the science behind that statement, but the sentiment remains. Over the past year I've tried to isolate any diseased aspects of my life and slowly, quietly eliminate them, often with struggle and little progress. When I was hiking in Banff National Park a few days ago, I was struck by the sight of a single, lone tree burning bright red, but surrounded by feathers of green. I wondered how the others didn't catch it, how they remain unaffected. I assume they must have decided together, not to give in to the malevolence of one. And so they stand, each separately reaching to the sky, but all rooted to the ground, together.