Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 A strong wind wrenched the great Madrone from her hold on the hillside, and when she fell her roots, hanging in mid-air, gave us handholds to lean on and safely swing through her body and back onto the trail.

It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime you will have to choose. That great calm being this clutter of soaps and books- Already that first branch-- tips brush at the windows- Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.