Welcome to my world. This little gem has been boring a hole in my head for days now. But I will take it, yes I will. Because there is something so majestic, so gorgeous, so ancient and so amazing about The Redwoods that my brain is a paltry sacrifice to such an altar!
Coming down from Oregon into California I could tell when we changed states. No really. It is that different.
I'm not sure what it is that is different.
It just is.
And then we came to the Redwoods.
I could not stop staring.
Or singing.
Joe was always disappearing around some bend.
Grove after grove.
The gorgeousness filled all my senses.
There is a peace in these forests.
An ancient peace.
And I felt like I could be part of it.
If I could just get still enough.
And what is not as obvious here as it is in real life,
is that when an old tree dies ...
or even if a young tree dies ...
a family arises around it, like sentinels,
almost guarding it's memory
and feeding off their common root system.
I found that profound.
Like a blessing.
And a lesson.
My experience was the reality, the groundedness of my place in the Universe. Those tall majestic trees who have existed for literally hundreds of years...so still so quiet....placed my mind on who I was so small in relation to their height and the history surrounding them. To realize how many life events had occurred while they peacefully grew and were out there in the forrest. That their daily duty was to exist in nature, peacefully without strife was profound to me. I loved my monumental shift in my perception of life and my relationship in my own life. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeletei adore your photographs--especially the ones which climb right up from the base of the tree to the clouds. absolutely gorgeous!
ReplyDeletei hopped over from Quantum Theology. i really appreciated what you wrote about writing...
"If I do my part then He can use them (or not) as He sees fit. If I never write them, then even God cannot use them."
i just wanted to say thank you for your perspective--thanks!