I was looking out to the trees this morning. A Willow brushed its ‘fingers’ against the pond, while the Great Oak stood poised in deepened reflection.

In looking out to the trees, we do not judge – rather, we appreciate. We cherish every paled, weathered branch and with open heart, cast ourselves fully into its changes.

And never asking how or why, because we already know…

Every tree must forge its own roots.

While some are content to hug the path, others must reach precariously from mountain’s edge. And still fewer yet, strive to become “poems the earth writes upon sky.”

Because, ultimately the tree knows its path…

And so, without regard to fate or purpose, it scales the heavens with grace and resilience.

Knowing its destiny resides within a single seed.

A little something to consider, my loves ~ our truth is ours alone to discover.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️