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I never expected to fall, or for you to catch me when I did. It was a bolt of lightening that cracked me broadside, followed by the sound of a thousand roots breaking beneath the earth, as I swayed, slow motion, then pitched to far to recover my stance.
Gravity overpowered. Rooted by thousands more, anchored in mid air, as I broke my 500 year old pose. Still, I lumbered slowly toward the ground, when a giant broke my fall.
Now we share more than DNA, and more than a million miles of connected sinews coursing through our forest bed. Now we collide at the surface, our trunks grinding and growing into each other, until the place where you begin and I end is undetermined.
The day the earth quaked, and the others trembled with the vibration of my descent, is the moment I was suspended by the grace of God.
This will be me, where the ground swells, and the birds nest.
"I once was a black bear, and now I’m not." No, in fact, you’re just an old tree. And not even that. A hallowed out trunk, overgrown with moss, but the wind, and the elements have sculpted you well.
Hendy Woods had a hermit and a meadow, but no one ever went to the woods to see the meadow. They went for the trees: the old growth giants, 1000 years old. They also went to catch a glimpse of the hermit: A man of unknown origin, who spoke a language all his own. Ok, so the hermit died a long time ago, but when I go to Hendy Woods, I go to see the hermit too. I walk along the same paths; look upon the same trees. I track his spirit whenever I can. The way he soars now with the crows that rule the meadow. How the frost still chills his soul, as it weighs down upon the brush. His whistle, no longer foreign, is faintly familiar as it reaches my ears, passing through the throat of a red tail hawk.
"The Esselen were one of the least numerous groups in California, and are often cited, incorrectly, as the first California Indian group to become culturally extinct. This picture of Esselen extinction, although pervasive in the literature, is wrong. Not only did the group not become extinct, there is even recent evidence that some Esselen escaped the missions entirely by retreating to the rugged interior mountains. It now appears that a small group survived into the 1840s before filtering to the ranchos and the outskirts of the growing towns."
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After my #zerobalancing treatment
This is a blessing in disguise. The earth is constantly transforming itself. Pebbles, stones, and crystals and gems are nothing more than distant cousins. They carry memories and energy, making them excellent travel companions. They remind us that life is a journey, and that it’s best to look beyond our current condition. Eventually we all return to the good earth. So travel and explore your world, and count your blessings, and know that I have counted you as one of mine.