For four nights, my family gathered in a house in the Redwood trees on Kings Mountain in Woodside.

I’m still vibrating with the beauty and clarity – sun, mist, stars and the rising embrace of trees from a ground moist with the clasp, movement, and release of fog. The first days were hot and clear and then the fog moved in and out, a meditation on the elements reflected and shared with all. Here’s a shared taste beginning with the path down from the house.