Early (for me) this morning I took the puppies out to the back yard to run around and play. It was a beautiful morning after the rain last night, cool and fresh with a slight breeze. I haven’t spend much time in the back yard this summer, the “no see-ums” have been really bad and not conducive to spending much time in my meditation spot so the outside furniture has not even been cleaned off and set up. I looked around for a place to sit and then I saw it, a low sturdy branch on a maple tree that we planted when we moved into this house in 1981.
I don’t know why I never noticed that branch before, I guess I didn’t need to. Anyway, for the first time since I was a little girl, I decided to climb the tree. I needed something to get me started and behind our shed I found some plastic chairs stacked up. That will be perfect I thought, and it was. I took the chair over and got onto the low branch which was about as high as a horse.
Our back yard has a perfect canopy of trees so there is no clear view, but through the leaves I could see puffs of clouds and the beautiful blue sky. No camera, so no pictures. I just leaned back against the trunk of the tree and felt more peaceful than I have felt in a very long time. I let thought slip away for awhile, then I thanked God for my place in the world. I think I will visit my tree more often,