Come Walk with Me
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I went back to find the Hobbit Tree. Turns out, I had already found it. Sometimes what we're searching for is right in front of us. We just don't recognize it. Well, this is embarrassing. I told you about going back to find my Hobbit Tree, the wonderful old tree where I'd planned to leave a little yellow kindness rock. I couldn't find it. So I found another wonderful tree, tucked the rock inside, and decided perhaps the magic wasn't where I'd left it. There was just one probl

I found a Hobbit Tree, painted the perfect little rock for its doorway, and went back to deliver it. There was just one problem. I couldn't find the tree. Fortunately, the mountain provided another solution. And then there are the trees that apparently exist simply to mess with me. On a hike with Ghost, I discovered a wonderful tree with a little opening at its base that looked exactly like a Hobbit hole. Obviously, such a discovery required a rock. I went home and painted on

I thought I had discovered "Mother Tree." Then my brother found an old journal hidden among her rocks, and I learned something wonderful. Other people had recognized her long before I arrived. I first spotted Mother Tree from one of my favorite trails in the Midpeninsula Regional Open Space District. The trail looks west across rolling grasslands and forests toward the Pacific Ocean, and I've hiked it many times over the years. One day, I noticed an enormous, beautifully shap