What am I to be? is a question I ask the Divine often.  I am a human being, not a human doing.  It is a reminder to listen to the soft whispers of the best Path from within me to the flow of the Divine Way.

Like the frongs of a palm, I sway.  Always anchored to the branch and peeling trunk of the stalwart tree of me.

Let’s talk to these palms in front of me.  They are puzzled about being clipped–like they all have a flat top with branches cut that by nature hang down straggling, old hippies with beards, fresh green n top.  They like the coolness this morning, secretly sipping at the moisture in the air.  They are inviting.  Yet neutral to my ponderings of a major move.

We are here for you, no matter where you be.  Always says the tree.

Free to be me.