We meandered on slowly through the ancient grove.  We were both silent.  The presence of these great sequoias had touched us.  I turned back for one last look at the beast of a tree.  My eyes traced the height of the tree upwards until I could see no more of its top.  Around its crown, were gaps in the forest canopy, and sunlight beamed through the open shape, surrendering to the morning’s still, colorless sky.  Grace seemed to shine through in stillness and in song.  The story of these giant trees must be told.  Maybe then, with greater awareness, more action can be taken individually and collectively and more can be done to help sustain them.  Continue reading Giant Hope ~ Sequoia National Forest