Some of you are going to read this post and know exactly what I’m talking about. The rest of you are going to think, “Yep, this chick is nuts!” But don’t write me off just yet…

 Gravel crunches beneath my tires in the Hume Lake parking area. I turn off the engine and sit for a minute to squelch my frustration. Today’s adventure plan was to hike to the Boole tree (a giant sequoia free from paved walkways and fences), but compliments of the man who set over 1,600 acres of the Sequoia National Forest on fire last year while tending to the 2,000 plus marijuana plants that he was growing in the national forest, the Converse Basin Trail that would lead me there is closed.

Rocky hops off my lap and presses his paws against the passenger-side window then looks back at me, his brown eyes expectant and mouth wide with a doggy smile. I laugh and clip the ridiculously-too-big-for-him canicross leash to his halter, snap the other end around my waist, and together we make our way to the trail.A breeze, cool from its journey across the lake refreshes me. Sunlight breaks through the branches of towering evergreens creating a shifting patchwork of gold at my feet. My day is perfect. Ahead a swarm of flying insects blocks the path. I consider going back for the insect repellent that has been tucked away in my trunk since before I started this gypsy life. Instead I choose to brave the biting beasts.
Ten steps.
Hundreds of lady bugs surround me—drifting, floating, twirling, swirling. One lands lightly on my arm, resting for barely a second before returning to its aerial dance. Slowly the magical swarm moves away, forming a ribbon leading into the trees. I can’t help myself. I leave the path to follow the ladybug trail. Pine needles blanket the ground beneath my feet as I weave between the trees. I’ve only traveled a few feet from the trail when the stream of ladybugs breaks apart and disappears through the branches.
I follow.
The lake stretches before me like a sea of sparkling sapphires. A pair of grebes drift along its surface. 


Rocky’s nose finds the ground and leads him in an erratic pattern along the edge of the water as I settle onto a nearby rock to watch the grebes as they take turns diving beneath the water, each time rising farther away from me.The birds are nothing more than two dark spots on the blue water and Rocky is once again staring expectantly at me. I rise from my observation perch and make my way back to the path. We wind our way through a clearing. Bushes bursting with tiny pink bell flowers are scattered among the gold and green California grass.

Beyond the clearing, evergreens reclaim the landscape. Although dwarf-like in comparison to their sequoia cousins, these trees hold their own majesty. And I love that I am alone here. I have craved this solitude. I pause near a large red fir and press my hand against its cinnamon bark. I feel its energy flow through me as I gaze up into its branches and wonder…


How many birds have built their homes in those branches?
How many squirrels have called this tree their playground?

How many feet have pressed down the earth over its roots?
How many hands have pressed against its trunk as mine does?  
I close my eyes and breathe deeply of this pure air.
And a stillness settles over me. It soothes me, energizes me and fills me with joy.
It is a stillness that can only be found in the forest. A stillness born from great trees.
Which person are you? 
  

2 Comments on “The Stillness

  1. What?! How did I ever miss this?? I love life through your eyes.

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