Strong, old trees stand sentinel, protect me, surrounding my space. Their presence quiets the turmoil inside me. From down the mountain the sound of children's voices playing in the almost melted snow. Sitting in this peaceful place, I am serene, thankful absorbing into my soul the beauty and the energy of Mt. Shasta. The breeze flows over me, playfully, teasing me.
Shadows gracefully move across limb littered grounds as the sun treks across the heavens.
Once more, I breathe in the stillness. Brilliant chartreuse moss adorns the trees, sunlight spilling around like jewels. Emerald healing rays surround my heart and penetrate my spirit. In this magic moment, Shasta makes me whole.