One recent evening, I was walking by Metson Lake when I noticed a woman leaning into one of the big old Monterey cypresses there. She had her palms pressed against the corrugated bark in this very intentional way; it reminded me of how our rabbi placed his hands on my children’s shoulders to bless them at their bar mitzvahs. I guessed she was communicating with the tree. So when she pulled back from it, I asked her. (Doing this blog has made me exceptionally nosy.)
I love this post so much! from the first photograph to the description of “Lorax on steroids.” This captures so much of what “life in the park” is. A tender ferocity that doesn’t actually make any sense at all, and yet seems to hearken to what we ALL should do. Thank you!
That's a GREAT post!!!
I love this post so much! from the first photograph to the description of “Lorax on steroids.” This captures so much of what “life in the park” is. A tender ferocity that doesn’t actually make any sense at all, and yet seems to hearken to what we ALL should do. Thank you!
Fascinating! Thank you so much, Susan.