Come Sit Under My Tree

 

I was taking to a stranger (a habit I have been cultivating lately…)

Trying to solve all the problems of the world. And trying to figure out what we (both in our fifties) want to be when we grow up.

He asked…. what do you WANT to do?

I replied …. I want to sit under a big oak tree and invite people to come and talk and share …. about how important it is to be authentic. Connecting to others. Learning from each other. Growing. Helping each other.

(Such a silly hippie girl is living inside of me.)

The very next day…..

I was cleaning off my deck. It is a nice place for me to have some quiet and solitude. I have one comfy chair that I love. And I was sitting …. and enjoying the 275 year old oak tree in my back yard. The tree. The big oak tree. The tree I sit under.

There is a big oak tree IN MY BACKYARD! And I sit under it on my very own deck!

But (I’m so embarrassed) there is only one comfy chair. No one will come sit under my tree if there is only one comfy chair !

So I shopped. Bought the perfect chair for a guest. Put out candles. A blooming purple flower. A new rug. I hung some lights.

Not fancy. But hopefully inviting.

So…..

Please come.
Sit under my tree with me.

Let’s connect and share and learn from each other.

We can talk about science music faith love family dreams magic wonder sorrows life beauty rhythms writing work hopes plans joy history patterns nature God books gratitude plays heritage peace friends disappointments humans teaching….

how everything connects to everything else.

Or maybe just sit quietly together.

 

You are invited.
Come. Sit with me.
Under my tree.