I was complaining about a situation
I felt stuck in, and his point was that I wasn't stuck.
Trees are stuck.
A tree is bound by its roots, stuck
exactly where it is planted, no matter what weather
assaults it, no matter what new buildings crowd out
its sunshine, no matter what droughts parch its leaves.
A person has roots, but they're not
binding. When a person is surrounded by a hostile environment,
he can defend himself. When a person is cut off from
light and warmth, she can move to a better spot. When
the water of the spirit is lacking in one place, that
human spirit is free to seek an oasis.
I am glad I'm not a tree. I am grateful
for the power to choose my surroundings and companions.
This week I will examine
my environment,
and where there is turbulence, I will seek calm;
where there is darkness, I will seek light;
and where there is drought, I will seek nourishment.
