So I once was a tree.  I look at the forest outside my window and ask myself: “What was I THINKING–ha–to incarnate with this hilarious thing called a brain, a mind, self-consciousness?!?”

These trees, losing their leaves or tossing off pine needles in the wind, have and need no consciousness as to whether it is “right” or “proper” or “part of a life plan” or even “good”.  They simply are.

“A human merely being” said e.e. cummings.  “Merely being” says to me that there is so much more. I bow to the wisdom in the branches waving at me.  The path I see leading off to the mystery of life.  I need not figure anything out, but to step by one step by one step at a time simply move and breathe.

And with the invisible Presence, I am rooted and reaching.

The complete quote is even more revealing: “How could any human, merely being, doubt unimaginable You?”