I love this tree and it loves me. It is a live oak and does not have a deep root system. I worry about it when it is so dry and then rains a lot. In the past when that happened other trees that were weakened by the drought, and then the ground is extremely wet the slightest wind will blow them over. But this tree perseveres. But I pray for and to it, and it prays for me. It has a wisdom that I have only begun to understand. It waits for us to remember and understand who we are. There is a sacredness in the waiting.

Sometime when I wonder where my guidance comes from, because I can get many different messages. But I know when it comes from this tree. It is a steady feeling of presence, an abiding peaceful kind of message. Saying if we can not find joy in this present place and time, it won't be found out there wondering in the world.