The redwoods are my sanctuary, my medicine, my church and so much more...
This year I faced some of the hardest things a person can go through, and there was even a point where I legitimately had to ask myself if this is what it felt like to just wither away and die. Feeling my body give out and my mental health slip from my grasp was a truly frightening experience. But then I think of the Redwood tree - these guys have gone through so much! 95% of these forests were cut down when the Gold Rush came, but these guys remained. They’ve been through fire and drought, yet here they stand tall and resilient. Most of all, even with faced with the stress from down below, they’re always moving upward.
When I’m among these ancient giants, I feel so small, so insignificant. But I also feel this energy from them that comforts me - they shade me with their branches and provide a peaceful place for me to rest and recharge. If a Redwood can thrive for thousands of years in a world that is increasingly hostile toward them, maybe I too can survive if I just take it a day at a time.
I’m telling ya - a walk in the woods can teach you a lot...