Though it's not on the original list of things we must do before we leave California, it should be. One of my favorite places to go is Henry Cowell State Park in the Santa Cruz Mountains. The minute you get out of the car, you can inhale the difference. The air is like no place else! Those giant, ancient redwoods are tranquil, benign and so nurturing! The redwood grove is magical. It swallows up all human sounds so that whenever I go I feel like I'm the only person wandering in the forest. Yet, I do not feel lonely. I am at peace, satisfied, and sheltered. Time takes on a different quality in this place. These trees are so ancient and so new. They have outlasted millenia of historical upheavals. Yet they are very much alive and lush, full of movements and sounds.
My sons never tire of running freely through these trails. We will miss them dearly, these timeless friends of nature--a reminder to us that the God who created these trees works in very different scales, proportions, and magnitudes (both time and space) from those I'm used to.
This wonderland never fails to surprise us with the smallest of intricacies. Today we discovered a beautiful spider web.
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I love those butterflies.
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