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Few people will believe, but
once upon a time, trees migrated
across fields and within forests
by bending their roots toward
greener or more golden grass,
or by creeping to hillsides where
clouds clustered, creating the
right encounter of tears and
sunny consolation for those
learning to band their bellies
with the rings of time.
Trees of all heights and colours
negotiated over maps, and were
expert cartographers, just as they
understood assorted soils, having
woven their way over more
dinosaur bones than paleontol-
ogists have yet identified.
Trees didn t just travel for eco-
logical variety, they also embarked
on spiritual quests, and adven-
tures with karmic kindred, sought
communities that offered reju-
venation and peace, and patiently
pursued abiding and defining love.
One day, one ambitious and
thoughtful sapling, only recently
grown strong in stalk and only
just casting wide her many arms,
decided she would never move,
search or chatter like the others
before and around her.
She intertwined enduringly
with the land beneath, reached
her entire self toward the galaxies
she wanted to emulate, called on
earth s elements to watch over
her soul, and began a vow of
Over uncountable rotations of
the planet, diverse trees came to
stay near her, understanding more
and more that knowledge, when
experienced, need not always be
spoken. Simply lived.
One by one by one, every tree
across the surface of the world
came to first hear about her, as
the wind circled and swept
through them all, and then to feel
her assurance radiate from the
complex network at the base of
their trunk to their uppermost,
What consciousness caused
such a transformation?
The tree realised that a path is
not always followed by switching
terrain, direction or companions,
for grass that appears gold from
afar may always have been only
brown, and arriving to such
deception can wither your heart.
Rather, paths may merely be
about the practice of being deeply
grounded, tall in spine, true in
reach and light in breath; finding
freedom without escaping
The tree came to appreciate her
changes as natural and beautiful,
her needs as exactly how she
would blossom, and her imper-
fections and wounds as profound
inscriptions about acceptance.
She saw that the weather is her
teacher, and there is no point run-
ning from truths.
It is unavoidable. Some will
break your branches, but some
will cultivate even your bare
boughs, adoring whatever your
texture, twists and size. Though
some will carelessly tear your
leaves, they will also be valued
as emerald jewels. Similarly, some
will listen while others rush past.
Not noticing you, some will
deny that even trees get lonely.
Therefore, some will never think
of giving you a hug. This occurs
far and wide. So why run? Where
can you go?
The tree observed that some
will enter you like rain or express
unpredictable affection, coming
and going like the seasons, with
their reassuring familiarity and
no promises to return. Different
creatures and spirits will love you,
and though some will feel good,
some will not give enough, and
while some will want your love,
others will brush it away.
Release and receive all, with
stoicism and graceful sway.
Thirsts and hungers will be met
or may leave you hollow, but your
spirit will always disperse like
seeds that burst into a thousand
In evolving strength, stability
and serenity wherever they stood,
all trees now carry her wisdom.
Keep their company, with your
mind still and senses alert.
The insight they share is con-
tinual certainty that you, like
them, are exactly where you are
meant to be.
Stand your ground and be a tree of life
Trees didn't just
travel for ecological
variety, they also
embarked on spiritual
peace, and patiently
pursued abiding and
DIARY OF A WORKING MOTHER
As if the list of breastfeeding chal-
lenges wasn t long enough, now add
When Laura Trickle, a Missouri
woman and breastfeeding mother, was
summoned to serve last month, she
explained to the court that she was
nursing her son.
According to the Kansas City Star,
they would not exempt her, so, she
went anyway---avoiding contempt of
court, a possible $500 fine or jail time---
and brought her now-seven-month-
old son with her.
Turns out she faces contempt of
court charges anyway.
When Trickle arrived with the baby,
the judge gave the new mom two
options: find a babysitter or "use a
private room to pump milk and store
it, feeding it to their children later."
Trickle says neither plan would work
because she was a stay-at-home mom
with no child-care options, a working
husband, and an infant who does not
take a bottle.
"I would be able to pump on breaks,
unfortunately Axel doesn t take a bottle,
so that s not an option for us," she told
KCTV5. "The other option was to have
someone stay with me all day and then
be able to nurse on breaks. But since
I m a stay-at-home mom we don t
vs jury duty
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