Tree of Life

[Guest guest]

I awoke this morning dreaming a conversation about the Tree of Life. We

were discussing the fleetingness of death. Do we grieve when the tree

sheds its leaves in the fall? Or do we celebrate the beauty in the

brilliant colors of transformation, the underlying fire revealed as the

chlorophyll tide recedes to show us what has been there all along? I

watched as the Tree of Life inhaled and exhaled again and again,

bursting into green fullness then standing in naked glory, trunk and

branches like rivers of light mirroring our own, our souls filling and

shedding physical form as we go about our wondrous dance of joy and

celebration.

 

Peace,

 

Shaz