I love being in my redwood tree. At the top you can see everything, fields, orchards, and roads over the rolling hills. When I’m high up in the branches I feel so safe and connected to the tree, but at 50 feet in the air, it’s also a bit nerve wracking. Yesterday I brought a board about 3/4 of the way up and lashed it on to some branches to make a seat. I think I’ll bring an old belt up so I can fasten it around the trunk and my waist while I sit and write or reflect. I also brought an old wind chime that I fixed up, which adds to the lovely serene atmosphere. When I come down from being in the tree for a while I feel like I’m still swaying in the wind. It’s a strange sensation. Do you climb trees? Try it some time- being at the top gives you a lovely perspective on the world.