A Walk In The Woods
Sunday, June 28th, 2009OK troops, I need your help on this one. Yesterday one of my life’s unanswered questions came up for me big time. Once again I did not have a sufficient answer. This morning I decided to turn to you, dear readership, to see if you might be able to shed a little light on the subject.
Muir Woods
You see, I took a walk in the woods – Muir Woods to be exact — one of Northern California’s great redwood forests. My wife, Julia, and I had a rare day off and after spending the morning being tourists at Fisherman’s Warf in San Francisco, decided to get in a little nature — literally. Neither of us had ever been to Muir Woods and I had never experienced our country’s amazing giant redwood trees, though I had certainly read a lot about them and seen the pics.
So we walked among these giants for a couple of hours in awe of their splendor, their majesty and their lives. The day was perfect — cool but warm, one of those Northern California days that make you realize the God must live in Northern California. By the end of our walk my neck was stiff from looking to the heavens, my feet tired, and my brain in a frazzle.
At one point I stood before one family of mammoth trees and wept at the thought of them standing together in such incredible strength, waving softly in the wind as the world went by below for the last 1100 years or so. Time shrunk and then expanded and then simply slipped away as I tried to wrap my mind around the magnitude of their trunks, their bodies, their lives as trees, their time on earth living, standing, waving in the sun.
