I love the redwoods. They only grow in Northern California where I live and no where else in the world. I always visit them because they are my tribe, they are my friends. The sequoia are the ancient ones that hold the stories of this land within their roots. They know all the peoples who have lived here throughout time.
This redwood is over 1,600 years old and lives in the Montgomery forest on the coast. It is like an old great, great, great grandfather who is patient with his little ones, us. He waits till we listen and then he talks. He tells of the changes in the earth and all the earthquakes he has felt here on this land. He speaks of the peoples and tribes that have come and gone. He has seen many die for no reason and he witnesses our human choices and wonders why it is we are not more loving to each other.
The Redwoods are wise because the stretch up into the stars and their roots go deep into the earth. They know of the cosmos mysteries and all our history. They grow in communities where their roots are always touching each other. They often have four or five trunks growing together at their base. They share so much love as a family tree. They support each other in their roots and live in harmony together.
I have written many stories about the redwood trees because I am connected to them from my heart. I tell the redwoods when I see them that I love them and they speak to me. I don’t think I could live anywhere else because I need to be near them and yes, I admit I am a California Tree Hugger!