Is it the space in my own mind or this place.

A barrage of lessons abound everywhere you look here in Yellowstone. 

The interconnectedness of it all, cycles, rhythms. Big trees overturn, uproot and make homes for small creatures. One thing dies and another is given a chance.

Yellowstone is inversion or sorts. The ground is more alive literally bubbling forth, and those aspects more associated with indicating life, green trees and bushes, are either dead or scratching at the door.