As I drive down wooded back roads, I am constantly aware of the fascinating and whimsical forms produced by the branches, taking mental note of which branches will provide sturdy and interesting chair pieces. There is a certain "Zen" feeling to the whole experience. Despite many trials and tribulations, stitches and bandages, not one encounter told me to stop. If Zen is "to figure out something by meditation or by a sudden flash of enlightenment", then nature is definitely the teacher to impart this knowledge.
My travels to find the perfect stick have led me to wondrous and beautiful spots, where I've had the pleasure of seeing Bald Eagles fly and Blue Herons and Pelicans fish. Perfect serenity has been abruptly interrupted by the sudden awareness that my boot has a hole in it and that several angry hornets are on their way up my leg. The moment of sudden enlightenment hits me... "This is why I like a good supply of red wine."
At the end of the day, with the exception of the rose bush I sat on, and the Saskatoon branch that poked me in the eye, I never met a stick I didn't like .