We’re not very good at just being.
Sitting under the white oak tree on the river back in my back yard, I can look up through the leaves to see the sky.
That’s the epitome of just being alive. I did that a lot when I was a kid. I want to do that now.
I’m figuring out how to carry that tree with me. I keep it in my mind and pull it out when I feel like it. That tree is wise. It knows all about just being a tree. It knows about be-ing.
I’m going to learn from my childhood tree. I'll become a human be-ing again.
−me strauss Letting me be