The Healing Tree

Today, I walked up to the Healing Tree, a gnarled old oak, maybe a half mile up the hill from us. Back in the day, when we first came up here, 20 plus years ago, we liked to lay our hands on its weathered bark, as a measure of knowing everything was going to be all right. Now, it is surrounded by 15 feet of blackberries, brush, poison oak, and even a scraggly, wild apple. But it still felt good to be there.

So much more to tell about this experience, but it would be too long for here.