I love how the wind blows over the California hills sometimes. It sweeps it clean leaving only the strongest…from a small dry blade of grass with its roots firmly planted in the ground to a majestic oak. It reminds me how with all the turmoil of life surrounding us, we have to be firmly rooted in our beliefs and hear our inner voice. It’s there that we find our strength.
One of my very favorite times of the day is when the sun is about to set because it casts a redder tone and long shadows are present everywhere. I happened to catch the sun as it peeked through the branches of a California oak.