A TALE OF TWO TREES

Yesterday afternoon I meditated beneath my favorite tree. It is a towering white pine. Somewhere in the timelessness of the meditation—now that’s a very cool thought, lost somewhere in the timelessness—a breeze came up. I felt the light touch of pine needles landing on my skin and when I opened my eyes (I was leaning in the farthest back setting in a canvas lawn chair) I saw the breeze clearing the tree of the needles it was shedding—pure symbiosis—and so incredibly beautiful.

It was as if it was snowing, only the needles were the flakes and they were golden in color in the late afternoon sun!

This morning, returning from the paint store with the last gallon of white for the house trim, I passed Torno’s Lumber. There was a pile of redwood stacked high up by the road, which instantly brought my mind West.

Although I hate it whenever I see the trucks carrying redwood trunks along the highway, I was thankful that seeing the stack of wood brought my mind out to northern California instantly.

Yesterday I was meditating beneath a white pine in Connecticut. I hope, in a few months, to be meditating beneath a redwood.