My new tree friends rustle as I try to tap into the elementals around me.
The wind chimes rustle too.
The sun is hot on the tops of my shoulders and the tops of my feet.
The tree spirits feel TALL and kind.
A feeling as if I have served them well.
I have spent many years now connecting with trees wherever I have lived.
They have kept me rooted into myself.
It is time for me to root in again.
This time feels bigger.
My trunk is huge and my roots want to go deep.
A longing to connect into the web of roots under the land here.
A bluejay has come to scream near me.
And another beautifully gentle bird I don’t recognize.
Myles barks and chases them both away.
The jay flies to the fence and calls back at him.
Time for more birdseed perhaps.
I think the squirrels ate all of it yesterday.
I will pause to feed them.
I pulled a towel off of the line and can smell the air dry scent under me.
My neighbor apparently plays a drum set.
Such a contrast between the stillness of the day and the human noises.
Traffic with raving engines. Drill. Snare drum and symbol.
How do the trees put up with us humans?