Big Sur Wilderness Experience: Springtime

What a week of walks... Such a variety of wild flowers and experiences. From our journey to the "springs" to the condor we were blessed with many moments of magic. I have posted photos and will add others as I can. Click here to take you to the photos: Workshop Photo Gallery. In the meantime, here is the poem I read the last evening. I wish you all an easy transition into your "other" lives... remembering you may come back again saying, "Here." May we all integrate the richness of what we were gifted into our daily lives. May we recognize the moments we are lost and have the wisdom to "stand still."
Gratefully,
Steven

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have make this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner
1976