I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a child quieted at its mother's breast;
like a child that is quieted
is my soul ...
~ Psalm 131:3
I too was a stranger at first in this dark dripping forest perched at the edge of the sea, but I sought out an elder, my Sitka Spruce grandmother with a lap wide enough for many grandchildren. I introduced myself, told her my name and why I had come.