This morning as I meditated I looked out on the redwood tree that rises and grounds our yard.  She is my teacher, my guide.  The wind waves her branches as breath moves through me.  Sunlight filters through.

Yesterday I was with friends at The Lumberyard in Mill Valley.  Until recently it was a lumberyard.  Mill Valley had a mill.  Much of the wood came from the neighborhood town of Corte Madera which means cut wood.

One massive tree is still preserved at The Lumberyard which now hosts a restaurant, a bakery, and assorted gift shops.  I’m with impermanence and the beauty in change.

The shifting light this time of year makes sacredness so clear.  

Many of us cut down trees and bring them into our homes to then recycle and transform.  Again, so precious is this life we’re given for a time, a time to breathe and connect as we deal with what for some is horrific, and allows us to see that with time we move toward change.

In his 1994 novel “The Crossing,” Cormac McCarthy creates a character who says that “the wicked know that if the ill they do be of sufficient horror men will not speak against it.” In fact, “men have just enough stomach for small evils and only these will they oppose.”

We are seeing the wicked begin to be held to accountability.  May that continue to be so.