In the center of our parking lot at Meadowbrook Apartments stands a lone pine tree. It must have endured some kind of trauma in its young life, that chopped out or stunted the center top. Its Y shape branches salute me every morning and every evening, as I come and go from our temporary home here. The tree feels to me like a sentinel or a messenger. It isn’t an old tree. But it has seen a few things, already, and hasn’t let hard luck of being planted in tiny strip of grass in an acre of macadam crush its spirit. An old spirit in a young body. “Chill out lady. And smile, ok?”
My temporary home is his permanent one. The apartment complex, like Casablanca in the famous movie, is a place people come hoping to get somewhere else. People from all over the world are perched here, various languages spoken. Moving trucks come and go frequently. And some also call it home.
Like the pine.
Everyone wants peace. How do we find it? Where do we find it? Today in the parking lot, outside unit 503.
Thank you for these thoughts.
Dear Loren – thank you for reading! Peace!
Thanks Wystan ! I like that looking at the pine tree gives you peace. I’m reading that same book about trees. I can hardly remember anything about all the details of what it says, but i get that there is an amazing world going on around and under and over us. Nice to stop and pay attention to one little piece of what it has to offer us, and to realize that we are just one little piece of its world too. Hope that it won’t be too long before you get into your house!
Thanks! You said it Mary. We are planning all kinds of trees and reforesting, once we get there!.