All Spruced Up
Lately I've been sitting in a grove of old Sitka Spruce trees closer to home than the ancient redwood forests. Perched on a cliff above a rocky shoreline, this grove is a place of scintillating energy. Crows fly by, cawing loudly, surf beats the shore, wind lashes branches so they thrash and creak, and sea lions bark-sing. There's so much going on that I find it really hard to settle down and sink into the deep peace, quiet, and calm I experience in the stillness of redwoods.
