What does grab us by the Spirit, our deepest innards?  When the heart feels like it was snatched and wrung out with tears, or thrown into the sky with joy?

For me these days, it is guaranteed that if I look at a tree, I will be transfixed.  Steady, faithful, true yet bending.  They teach me again and again to stay rooted, but stretch and stretch up and up.  Let the wind wander around me–to have it’s way with me.  But keep slurping up the grace from the dear planet beneath me.

Trees don’t move much, and have a universe of endless change around.  Birds tickling them, seasons redressing them, growth opening them up at every moment.

May the sap-blood of a true tall tree be me today.