Thousands of therapies – all with but one intention.

Every tree a Witness, every branch Testifying.

“Good Morning,” I sing to the trees so still, and they dance in response.

A forest of trees dancing as conducted by the wind, Heaven's Breath.

Was tree worship so primitive? Or Enlightened?

Stoicism: the teaching of the Greek philosopher, Zeno from his stoa, his porch. From my porch, I learn from the tree: stoic throughout the year.

If I could fly, it would be to that tree.

My heart doesn't pulse – it is Pulsed.

Go beyond the physiology – go to the Beyond: we don't breathe – we are Breathed.

A young woman asked me to help her realize her Special Gift which she, with utmost modesty, confessed was “to help people remember the Divine.” Well, I do believe that you have helped me. Especially when