*The Druids: figures of romance and mystery. Mention of them evokes images of cloaked figures performing obscure rites in the oaken groves of Gaul. The name Druid, at least according to some sources, means "oak Priest" and the magnificent Oak was indeed the chief of the trees revered by the ancient Celtic Priests.

In ancient Gaul, the Oak was indeed the most impressive of trees. Known for the strength of its boughs, and its sheer beauty it was also the source of the sacred mistletoe.

So what if the Druids had lived in California? Specifically, the northern coast? I believe that our own *Redwood (Sequoia Sempervirens) would have become the tree revered most by the Celtic priesthood. The poor oak pales in comparison to these magnificent trees, which grow to an average height of 311 feet. The redwood is also the source of the mysterious burl, which give many of these trees distinctive personalities. From a distance, the formation of burls can make faces appear on the trees, evoking thoughts of the Ents - Tolkein's race of trees.

Redwoods grow in two ways. The first is with seed, and their seeds are among the smallest of any plant known - hundreds of which can be found in the redwoods own pine cones, which average around the size of a jelly bean. The second way they grow is by shooting new trees from their root systems, which spread out hundreds of feet around the typical redwood - just a few feet deep in the ground. Typically, these offshoots form "fairy rings" around their mother. As they grow, and the mother tree dies off, the ring is all that is left. I can picture the Druids using these natural rings as the centers for their rites.

The Redwood is illustrative of magickal practice too. Its taproot, which extends into the earth from the center of the tree, grounds it - like the familiar grounding meditation many of us do before Circle to connect ourselves with the earth mother. The tree then shoots high into the sky, higher than any other tree - also like the familiar centering meditation which affirms our connection to the cosmos.

Water brethren may find the Redwood a friend too, since it gives off ten times it's own weight in moisture every day. The Redwood also needs a lot of water, which is why it thrives only from the Big Sur area to a few miles into Oregon, and only within a thirty mile stretch from the coast. They like all the rain and fog we get here. They are true water-kin.

Water was sacred to the Druids as well. Most of their main groves had a spring or stream running near or through them, and water deities played an important role in much of Celtic mythology.

My own wand came from a Redwood - a rather famous one. The Dyerville Giant was once listed in the Guiness Book of World Records as the worlds tallest tree. When it stood, it rose some 375 feet into the air. Alas, about ten years ago it toppled. Residents in nearby Garberville thought an earthquake had hit, and the sound of the impact was heard thirty miles away.

I visited the fallen giant, located in a grove off the famous "Avenue of The Giants" in 1994. It was in the early morning, and I was guided to the top of the tree.

There on the ground, like it was placed there, was my wand, a twig from the top branches of the giant. It was exactly the length of the inside of my elbow to the tip of my middle finger.

I remember feeling quite enchanted during our visit, and, although at the time we were the only humans around, I felt the eyes of other entities watching us. I know there were fairies in that grove, and my walks in other Redwood groves have confirmed for me the presence of fairy folk.

Californians are lucky in that they need not travel so far to experience the magick of the Redwood (after all, they don't grow anywhere else). Here's a list of National and State Parks, all of which have magnificent trees to commune with. I go for hikes as often as I can, stopping at each fairy ring, admiring each old growth tree. I feel the wonder and the majesty of the giants and affirm my connection to the cosmos through them. It's well worth it to take the docent led nature walks through the "tourist groves." The docents are well versed in Redwood lore and you'll leave with a much greater appreciation of the Sequoia than you had before.

If you're not into walking, you can take a drive. Highway 9 from Santa Cruz to Saratoga is drop dead gorgeous (for an extra treat, take the Highway 236 "loop" through Big Basin). Even better (with a wonderful "Auto-Tour" to follow) is the famous "Avenue of the Giants," a 28 mile "scenic detour" which runs between the northern California towns of Phillipsville and Pepperwood, and through Humboldt Redwoods State Park. The Avenue is a detour off US 101, part of which is nicknamed "the Redwood Highway" with resplendent trees to be found on almost the entire route from Laytonville CA to O'Brien OR and passing through Redwood National Park, and Jeremiah Smith Redwoods State Park (where the Redwood Highway becomes US 199), at the northernmost end. Want to drive through the entire Redwood region? Start on CA 1 in Big Sur CA Stay on 1 through Santa Cruz, take Highway 9 to Los Gatos, where you jump back on CA 1 and continue through San Francisco (and over the Golden Gate Bridge) to Leggett CA, where you jump on US 101, then take the Highway 236 detour, then back on US 101 until Crescent City, where you jump on US 199 and end your tour in O'Brien OR. It's a wonderful 650 mile trip, and if you drove straight through, it would take about 14 hours. But who wants to do that? There are way too many wonderful Redwoods to visit. Here's the list.

Now I must admit that I am quite prejudiced here. I was raised in Illinois and have only lived here a short time. I have yet to visit the cousins of our local coastal redwoods, the Giant Sequoias (Sequoia Giganticus) which grow only in the* Kings Canyon area of Sequoia National Park. They don't grow as tall as ours do, but they get much much bigger around. I may change my tune once I have communed with them (but I doubt it).

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