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Thank you Danusha. I am so grateful to live in close proximity to Redwoods. Even in Emeryville where I live redwoods grace our small city. At least a few days a week I walk one of the delightful greenways to a friends where I pass a group of redwoods I call Three Sisters. More often than not I stop reflexively and put a hand on a trunk to connect with something ancient and timeless.
Danusha, I just read your poem "Night Bird" in the May edition of Poetry Magazine. It is haunting, mysterious. I will be pondering its beauty all day! Thank you.
Thank you, Danusha, for such a well-deserved homage to trees. It also puts me in mind of your poem, "Nothing Wants to Suffer..." It was one of the first of yours I read and I was deeply moved.
This is such a lovely, moving reflection, Danusha. Thank you. 🦋
Karen Kassinger, Athens, Ga.
Beautiful, Danusha. I moved to Guerneville for 2 months last summer specifically to live beneath the redwoods and in close proximity to Armstrong Woods, a redwood forest that feels like a chapel. Your essay resonated deeply. There is so much deep wisdom in redwoods. Especially the way they form bonds and grow in reciprocal relationships with fellow trees. Redwoods will intertwine their roots with fellow redwoods around them; stronger trees will give energy to weaker trees in times of drought or stress. And the way redwood trees die and are reborn is beautiful!