Emily Carr, forest lover and Canadian icon, wrote in her journal about the job of a writer: "You yourself are nothing, only a channel for the pouring through of that which is something, which is all. Your job is to keep that channel clear and clean and pure so that which passes through may be unobstructed, unsullied, undiluted, and thus show forth its clear purity and intention." I grew up in British Columbia, where the old-growth forests were a constant muse to Ms. Carr in b