I took a trip to Northern California not long after I graduated. (Which was a year ago now. My my!) I love the Redwoods for so many reasons. I went by myself, which meant, quiet.
Quiet.
Total. Complete. Quiet.
For a while, the only time I was alone was when I was in my car. I would drive and drive and drive, just to be by myself. And while I could turn off the radio and find an isolated road, it was not... quiet. Take a hike into the forest? Quiet. I am melting a little just thinking about it. silence.
And it is so BIG. The ocean is so big. The trees are big, the sky is big, the mountains are big. Nature does a beautiful job of putting one back in ones place. "You think your problems are important? Think again." (For example, the photo below. You see the peninsula of sand. On the bottom left side of the main part of the peninsula you see a darkened area. Not a shadow, but seals. The little sandy area this side of the peninsula... boulder at the point... there are people on both sides, fishing.) The world is big. Real big.
And we are but a speck in time. Here is some petrified wood.
Have I mentioned that small feeling? I could easily walk into this tree without ducking. I am 5'6. How neat.
Alone time is not given enough credit. True quiet is underappreciated. Feared actually. Who wants a lull in the conversation?
I do.
3 comments:
im watching anthony bourdain "directly meet" this blue mountain coffee grower. anyways, you know I am a sucker for that petrified wood photo...that stuff is wicked cool.
i love, love, love reading your blog, my dear. you have a beautiful way with words and a perspective that i value over so many others. i miss you! hope you're enjoying this recent bout of chilly weather :)
You are so right. True quiet time is feared. What a great observation. That's one of the fab things about you Kara, you don't generally talk unless you have something to say. Rare.
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