The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim — who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
Oh yes, Tobias, Muir Woods is a lovely, beautiful part of God's creation. I love to take people who have never seen redwoods there to see them. We are lucky to have them so close to us here in the Bay Area.
I wanted to take my mom back to Muir Woods, in May '07, "one last time" (she'd grown up in Marin County).
But by the time I got out to Northern California to organize the trip, her disease (ALS) was already too far gone: at her insistence, she was bed-bound.
Her Jahrzeit is in two weeks: I miss you, Mom. RIP/RIG
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No man could design one quite so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Tobias, Muir Woods is a lovely, beautiful part of God's creation. I love to take people who have never seen redwoods there to see them. We are lucky to have them so close to us here in the Bay Area.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to take my mom back to Muir Woods, in May '07, "one last time" (she'd grown up in Marin County).
But by the time I got out to Northern California to organize the trip, her disease (ALS) was already too far gone: at her insistence, she was bed-bound.
Her Jahrzeit is in two weeks: I miss you, Mom. RIP/RIG