Humanness and Treeishness

Sometimes our minds take a solitary night walk. 

18th November, 2009

I must go through my humanness and the tree through its treeishness.

The flowers are exquisite, not for me but for the birds and insects. Each has purpose. Humans think and feel and make choices. At the moment my thinking, and feeling, and choosing are a little confused and numb, as a loved one lies dying, as my plans for India shift like desert sands, and my various projects here are pushed to completion by the deadline of departure.

I feel soft inside but somehow disconnected.