I claim the steady grace of a pine tree today.  Furry arms gently curved towards heaven.  Tip top straight arrow sure.  tall trunk wide and covered with rough waves of wood skin.  Swaying like a tired sensual tango dancer in the dark.

As I drive by the forest lining the road, I let the brushes of these Divine branches comb through my messy brain, feel it tingle my scalp, straightening out my tangled mental hairs.

I bow to the wisdom of allowing the seasons have their way without a fight.  I honor the precious tiny flowers at your feet.  My whole heart opens to the quiet.