I call the little 2 bedroom flat I live in a “tree house” because I’m on the second floor up in the trees. There is something special about having a tree as a neighbor. I remember my son, as a 10 year old climbing into the bough of a great mother tree. She spoke with him and gave him counsel and sustenance.
Trees never lie, compete with you, or with each other. They never speak behind your back. As a matter of fact, trees have your back. No wonder when it comes to the history of human beings on earth, our story is often portrayed as a “Tree of Life”.
This morning I am breathing in the life-giving essence of my friends, the trees.