dream walkings

1999

John Muir’s words have made these Woods a familiar friend.  As I wandered up the path that had been prepared for me through the Redwoods, I was speechless and spellbound by their cool solid presence – I had come home.

Though I have never been here before, some ancient memory stirred within me.  It touched that place deep inside that I am always searching for and rarely seem to find.

I wanted never to leave the harbor of their safe communion, and felt I could live there with nothing but the comfort and companionship of these ancient trees.

I had been opened up and turned inside out – connected to the Earth in a rare moment of peace.  It was a transforming liberation of self.

And now, far away from there, I feel an invisible sinuous rope of energy connecting that sacred place within me to them, and I can breathe again.