Grumpy cranky me walking home from the car repair shop.  Flowing with the funk.

Ambushed abruptly by two huge oak trees on the edge of the grocery store parking lot.  They snuck up on me and held me captive with their towering open wide arms of laced-leaves.  Don’t see many of these ancient ones here.  They reminded me of everlasting faith in strong wood spirit.

Ok, so that was a gift.

Trudging on allowing my feelings of stupidity guzzling my indulgent soda pop, I find a small park south of the reservoir.  Two tired looking mothers watching energetic truck-totting boys in the sandbox.  Along the dirt path three mammoth beech trees, friends for almost 300 years, stand and stand and stand with age, power and wisdom.  I am frozen by awe and my smallness. 

“You are as wise and venerable as we are,” they say.  “But I feel so useless,” I murmur in my sad heart.  “You are a new vibration of our essence of width and breadth.”  The leaves giggle and applaud as the wind caresses.  “This is what love feels like.”  A branch drops to my hand and offers a touch of love.

The rest of my walk was heaven.