So why is it that I crave being with old growth trees, yet I am disconcerted at the idea of getting “old” myself?  Again perhaps that nagging voice of “not good enough.”  That persistent human hysteria that prompts so much silliness.  The arrogant spirit puts down the humble earth.  What a joke!

Thus this weekend when I am nestled beneath centuries of cedars, I am equal.  I am at home thoroughly and every cell in my body is in continuous meditation on the Divine, in the Divine, surrounded by Her, Gaia beneath me, the Green Man above me, the river nymphs around me and the love of Nature’s fragrance soothing me.