I needed some consolation this morning, so I consulted a local big tree.  Don’t know what kind it was, still had leaves on it despite the clear dusting of snow that indicated the winter.

Despair!  Doubt!  Fear!  What do I do with this!?

About what?

The future, money, security, a job, what I need to do, how to do the right thing, what turn in the path calls me, what if I make a mistake spending this, what if I fail?

It’s just a turn in the seasons.  Sun still here.  Gaia still here.  Just a season.

But these feelings, emotions, rollercoaster of illusions?

Drink it up.  Use the useful.  Release the rest for the universe to use.  Pass it on.  Ride the season.

I wish I were a tree.  These feelings are hypnotic and disturbing to my body, they seem so real.

You chose this.  You were a tree and said “PICK ME!  Pick me to be human this time!”  And you went forward.  You are a walking tree, forging ahead to a new land.  You’re doing a really good job just feeling them.

And salt water flows from my eyes and my nose and my mouth and circulates through my heart and my blood and my life.  Salt water is no good for a tree, but today I remember my wooden stem, my reaching branches, my tall heart and tangled hair high into the heavens.