Like many people, I am harboring a host of conflicted feelings on this day. My niece, Liz Pulis Mora, made a Facebook post yesterday that moved me and you can read it here. Last night I was with friends for dinner, discussing the potential difficulties that women friends may encounter as they travel to march in Washington over the weekend. I am daunted by such considerations. So, on this quiet overcast morning I sit on my deck, trying to compose my feelings into the written form –
THE MAGIC TREE
that reaches so wide and spreads so low.
It’s newest bough grows toward me
and covers my table,
giving cooling shade and calming comfort.
On this disruptive day I sit under my bough.
Peace is brought through the host of inhabitant animals
silently coursing through branches, bringing inherent gifts
of abundant energy, sacred purpose, and secret wisdom.
I feel thankful for my Godly protection.