It doesn’t take much to enjoy the redwood forest. Some decent boots, a fleece jacket and rain gear, a scarf to keep out the cold (yes, the fall weather is quickly turning chilly), and a plaid shirt or two to fit in (stylishly) with the abundance of fall colors.
I was reminded of how beautiful the forest gets in winter when I opened my email this morning and took a peek at a pile of .jpegs recent guests Christy and Stephen sent — they so colorfully and so completely convey the subtle beauty of winter in the forest.
The photos also reminded me that as finely chiseled a life we seek to live and as much as we want the world to conform to our perceptions — beautiful, epic, grand — our connection to the natural world is ultimately superficial. It’s just too damn big to conform to people-made paradigms. For confirmation of the disparity in size (our species vs theirs, and to dwell on the category we’ll call big) just get up from your desk and walk outside. Or better yet, walk outside and aim for the nearest grove of uncut, super-giant, virgin redwoods. It really is that easy to immerse yourself in the trees.
Are the trees any more epic, any more grand, any more beautiful in the winter? Remember, those are only words.