There’s this stand of trees outside the window where I sit in the morning. Led by a huge redwood, whose branches are favored by many of the neighborhood birds, especially the red-shouldered hawk who graces my world from time to time.
John Steinbeck says of the mighty redwood trees, “…From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.”
In this season of oblique light and increasing darkness, I am grateful for the agelessness of nature which brings both silence and awe; and of the good company of friends and family, of all ages, reminding me that past and future are mere distractions in the glory of now.
