Seeking support, comfort and unconditional love sounds so simple, yet it evaded most of our life experiences.
The gentle touch of a warm hand, the hug of soft arms and the ear of a patient listener are qualities of a kindred, kind and angelic soul. Qualities we brag to say we can do, or challenge others to possess seems to be the ‘me too’ movement of today.
What if identity and gratitude were left out of the picture and giving of this experience is felt deeper in the soul than the regular senses?
Just as the gentle cypress tree seems to appear as it whispers in the wind and bends with grace, it has the strongest roots to withstand hurricanes that bare it to the bones.
As the elder oak that no longer can reach for the sky and drink in the glory of the name, the branches are weathered and worn while they seek comfort, a brace to hold them in place for another day is present in silence and honor.
The young cypress tree is honoring and walking the oak tree home in its life cycle. It is allowing the tree one more day of bliss, one more day of joy, and one more day of being on this earth.
