Between Heaven and Earth

I was 18 when I first visited the Redwood National and State Parks, in northern California. Trees wider than my arms could stretch crowded the forest floor like pillars dropped from the heavens, branches weaving intricate patterns against the sky. I wasn’t particularly spiritual at the time. But surrounded by those giants, I felt the miracle of the universe and my own small part in it.

The ancient Celts would and a thin-places expert. “It’s someplace where you enter a slightly different consciousness.”