An excerpt from my essay appearing in Boulder Weekly in April 2017, “Until Our Dying Day: an ordinary woman’s search for the tallest tree in the world“, about when I set out to look for the grandiose and learning how to listen instead:

“To be among the redwoods is a disorienting experience. The massive trunks outsize one’s largest expectations, and hundreds of feet above human heads tree crowns sway in winds that can only be felt at the height of the troposphere. Absorbing our surroundings, we walked mostly in silence, slowly and deliberately.

Maybe it was the light trickling through the trees as it would through a stained glass window, or the creaking of trunks like church bells, but in the middle of the forest it occurred to me our souls must be made of wood. How else could it resonate so deeply with the forest?” Read the full essay HERE.