My Home at Roy’s Redwoods

I live near by a group of ancient Redwoods whom themselves stand tall amidst ferns and birds bordering the golden hills of Nicasio. This group of elegant beings has been named Roy’s Redwoods; as if any person’s name could really claim their majesty…When I enter the field their presence creates, the space around my heart relaxes and I feel tingling sensations there; my heart expands. A wave of joy and gratitude envelops me each time. As my beloved dog Seymour leaps around, I walk within the darkened corners of the forest, my senses enlivened. Seymour and I dance. Him to the myriad of smells sending information to his system, and me to the panoply of movement around, also sending information to my system. We are invited to open to the offer of dwelling deeper within, and to receive what creations has concocted in this area of life. Seymour and I stay in dialogue the whole time, with our eyes we speak of, and each understands, how we are being caressed by our senses, by our Selves.

I sit on a log and declare the intentions of my Being. With my senses awakened, in resonance, with Life, I offer my piece, my information, my movement to the forest. Just as I receive the invitation, I emanate mine. I give my being’s beauty to the Redwoods and the millions of little and not so little inhabitants around, and in, them… “Receive Sister”… I open my hands, the tingling in my heart accentuating. In that moment, my highest aspirations of emanating who I truly am, unfolds in a vision in front of my energetic eyes. Nothing else exists than the sensed-knowing of the movement of “my consciousness”. I see the possibilities that are abounding around me, and again I am schooled in learning how I create my reality; through my thoughts, my speech, my movement: all energy…

I smile. Again, the invitation speaks: “Receive Sister”, “A message”. “You are connecting the Cosmic Beings of subtle dimensions with the Cosmic Beings on Earth”.  Oh, yes, I realize my Self is “doing” that. I enter the possibilities available, and I renounce what is no longer necessary in my life. Seymour nudges me, he wants more dancing in the form of moving. I walk with him. We make our way to the path leading us to the car. We leave home at Roy’s Redwoods, knowing perfectly, we are always at home, when dancing with Life.