I just liked this line about the air of a redwood grove.
While I have been to the Northwest United States 3 or 4 times, I don’t think I have ever even seen redwoods in person.
But you can almost see them from this description, can’t you?
Gentle and sweet smelling with pine and a dampness to it.
Lamott explains that her son is going to be alright after a medical scare and calls her friend to tell him the good news.
I called my Jesuit friend and told him our good news. He groaned with relief. “Oh, honey,” he said. Both of us were silent for a while. Then he said, “Baby? Sometimes deliverance is as cool as the air in a redwood grove.”
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies