Its twilight, near the end of a beautiful spring day. As i walk through these ancient redwood pines, I let my hand brush across the ferns as i pass by. The soft sound of my bare feet as I walk the same path my ancestors did before me. I can hear the sound of the stream as it makes its way twisting and turning continuing to carve its path. The sound of the birds as they begin to settle in for the night.
I stop and watch the fireflies as they dance through the ferns and ivy. Looking up through the tall redwood trees I see the day fade to night and the stars as they begin to shine.. I follow the sound of the stream, walking out of the woods I see a large flat rock still warm from sun. It sits just above a small waterfall. I stretch out enjoying the warmth of the stone, I close my eye enjoying the beauty of this place. Far off in the distance I can hear the faint rhythmic beating of drums, the sound hypnotic voices of my Ancestors as they chant.
This is where I come to reconnect with nature and my Ancestors. To sooth my soul and to recharge. To get away from the concrete jungle, the crowded highways and the constant buzz of technology. As the soft beams of the full moon begins to make its way through the trees. I stand up, stretch and begin to make my way home. After a few steps I turn around and say "Thank you, to the fireflies for their beautiful dance, the birds for their songs and the stream for its conversation.
Until tomorrow............
