We visited Muir Woods near San Francisco recently. It’s virgin timber, big old redwoods that envelop you in the past and silence.
Virgin timber has never been cut, and some of these trees have been growing for over one thousand years.
I wonder what stories they might tell, of fire, fear and foe, or of love. I wish they whispered to me, but in their silence I hear myself.
Gigantic comes to mind, majestic too.
The pattern of these roots reminded me of time, and how we are held together by an intricate web of friends and family and people we may someday meet.
Seeing the redwoods was on my mind for many, many years. We saw them in an afternoon of wonder.
May your life and world be full of wonderful things.