Forest of Hope

More than 600 people gathered at the Oregon Ridge State Park in September to create a beautiful trail that celebrates recovery, and gives people pause for thought that recovery brings joy, gratitude and the ability to reconnect in the social world. Watch this video made on the day that this art installation was created; a day that grew out of many creative workshops led by social justice artist Jay Wolf Schlossberg-Cohen. Forest of Hope is sponsored by the Nikki Perlow Foundation.

A father shares


Detachment does not mean to stop caring; it means I can’t do it for another person.

Detachment is not to cut myself off; it’s the realization I can’t control another.

Detachment is not to enable; but to allow learning from natural consequences.

Detachment is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.

Detachment is not to try to change or blame another; it’s to make the most of myself.

Detachment is not to care for, but to care about. Detachment is not to fix, but to be supportive.

Detachment is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

Detachment is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

Detachment is not to be protective; it’s to permit another to face reality.

Detachment is not to deny, but to accept.

Detachment is not to nag, scold, or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

Detachment is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

Detachment is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

Detachment is to fear less and love more.

- R.B.

A poem for staying grateful and focussed on today - submitted by Margaret B.

I find this poem helpful when my thoughts stray to fears of what the future may bring.

By Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.