The wind pulled me from my dreams this morning. I woke up, poked my head over the pile of pillows and peaked out the window to see the tree tops dancing in the wind. How flexible and strong trees are! Trees are a muse of mine; how I look up to trees. Strong, rooted deep and grounded, flexible and bending to the wind and weather with grace even when the gusts whip their tops about, giving off life sustaining oxygen, creating beautiful green leaves that shade against hot sun, giving us so much valuable and sturdy timber to build with and energy to warm our homes and cook our food. They take in the sun, the rain, the minerals, CO2. The yellow birch, pictured above, lives on my land. It is one of my favorite trees and I visit it from time to time. It's a living, breathing, strong being that gives, takes and is what it is. It is one of the oldest trees on our land. When I woke up this morning I was thinking about this tree, where it stands next to a trickling, musical stream out back in the woods, bending, blowing and dancing in this wind today. And this song: Wild is the wind...