As I have told my dearest friend, I often require supervision.
There is a tree, atop a small mountain hill, that greets me every time I go to walk. I always honor her and then off I go elsewhere upon the flat land path. Today, as I offered my thanks, it felt like waving to a friend across a crowded room. I wanted to say hello and hear her voice. [Insert inner dialogue: your blood sugar is iffy, your right leg drags, and by the way did you notice the rocks?] With a giggle off I went. It wasn’t long before I met a barrier – barb wire fence. The tree was on ‘no trespassing’ land. Rats. [Insert inner dialogue: no you don’t!]. With yet another giggle, I laid my camera on the other side of the fence and bellied my way underneath…there’s an advantage of having lost weight and being small. [Insert inner dialogue: sigh]. Like a kid with a cookie, stolen from the forbidden cookie jar, I continued. Rats. Nature had created her own no trespassing fence – a ledge of rocks. Rats. [Insert inner dialogue: Ok, young lady, no one knows where you are, your blood sugar…your leg…your weakened body…you aren’t listening are you?] As my dearest friend has told me, I am stubborn. Making my way back and forth I climbed and crawled up the ledge. Sitting to rest [Insert inner dialogue – Rest? You can’t breathe!], as I was saying, sitting to rest I could see the tree so close, almost there. [Insert inner dialogue – you know, you’re going to have to go down that ledge...hello?!]. Onward I went.
I said ‘Good morning’ to the tree.
As I sat next to her I listened to the wind swirling among the trees at the top of the mountain hill. Quieting my mind I listened for what they might say. Giggling, I realized they were just singing, no message required. Sometimes, like Winnie the Pooh, you just have to sing a simple song. The joy and singing is the message.
I crawled, slid and tripped my way down. More than once my bottom (with utmost or should I say bottom-most gratitude) kissed the earth. And as I scampered and rearranged the rocks, I sang a simple song…
I bellied my way beneath a wire fence
And crawled my way up the rocky ledge
I forged a new path among the rocks
(The deer have a new trail to the top)
All, so I could introduce myself to a tree.
[Insert inner dialogue: C’mon, we need a second verse].