The tree cannot walk but it never ceases to grow.

At the foot of the grey tree, a party of flowers is celebrating life!  

August 20th, 2009

The sun is rising earlier now, and there are colours under the tree – daffodils declaring winter’s end, and stocks smelling sweet in shades of violet and burgundy. The wattle behind is revealing its colour by degrees – currently there is a teaser of soft yellow fuzz all over, almost like a shade of green.

The tree was kind to me today. I wore my slippers – better than plastic, not as good as skin. But there you have it. I gave water, and incense, and my mind, which is a little troubled, as though by a disturbance that may be distant, or is it just inside?

The tree said to me, be steady, be steadfast, one foot in front of the other, keep walking. The tree cannot walk but it never ceases to grow. Steadfast and growing is the tree.