Like freshly hung washing
Day 97 of my tree puja.
In which I witness the passivity of the tree.
The rain has softly come, in blobs and drips and sighs. A deep breath of wind generates a ripple of movement in the leaves…
Be still, like a tree
Day 83 of my tree puja.
Stillness is the secret.
I squatted beneath the tree, closed my eyes and was still, face held by hands. The tree is so still…