I had my doubts – I’d seen some pretty outstanding cedars on the West Coast, After all, where would you get better cedars?
A walk on the one kilometre loop at Retallack, brought it home to me like nothing else had that we are living in a rain forest. I still find it hard to wrap my head around the idea of a vast inland rain forest – but that is certainly what we have here. It also accounts for the massive amounts of snow we have been told to expect. When the temperature goes just below freezing, all that rain will turn into snow.
And so, on Wednesday, I shall venture out into the snow for the first time with the Kootenay Mountaineering Club – bring hiking boots, micro spikes, snowshoes, gaiters and poles we were told. We will need all of them.
But back to today. Every time I wander through an amazing place like this beautiful grove, I am reminded of Joni Mitchell’s lyrics: “They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.”
Like Cathedral Grove on Vancouver Island, this is a tree museum. Thousands of acres once looked like this – and industry, aided and abetted by the government, is still destroying these sacred giants.
And so, while I look at them with wonder and awe, I am also immensely saddened that only these few remain. Yes, Simon said there are more out there – far away where roads can’t reach. But I don’t trust forest companies. I have no reason to believe they won’t find them and chop them down.
It’s at times like this that I need the good news – that I need to hear what’s right with the world. And I do find bits. It’s at times like this that I look at my own search for meaning and begin to look at the much bigger picture – a picture where I play only a very miniscule part. Simultaneously, I ask myself what’s it really all about anyway and I stand in wonder at the enormity and magic of this immense universe that I am part of – no matter how small a part, there is a role to play.
Sometimes the questions and answers are too immense to linger on.
So then I get back to putting one foot in front of the other: baking a lasagne for dinner; cleaning and disinfecting the downstairs bathroom tomorrow. Writing – trusting that this is all going to make sense one day soon. Trusting that something is going to make me excited and eager to move forward. And feeling blessed that I have a home and a family – a man who I love and who loves me. Wondering why I should even ask for more – and knowing my soul needs something else. What that something is, I don’t know. Trusting I will find it.