A path leads through a redwood forest.
Giants tower around me exuding their strength and presence.
Their passage thru time is marked in their being.
They stand, they proclaim, “I still am.”
I sense the deep sustenance
It nourishes my body, relaxes and bathes me in its untold wisdom.
I walk through a winding path that leads to a clearing.
The silence is ruptured by a song, a whoosh of moving leaves.
Sun filters through the towering monoliths and kisses my upturned face.
The silence without entwines the silence within.
About the Author
Adela Rubio writes and speaks on awakening your creative essence with the power of collaboration and community. She's hosted 20+ Women's Writing Circles, 30-Day Adventures, and Telesummits.