This is the tree I’d be.

It’s an odd choice for the front of a sanctuary.

I beg to differ with Simon and Garfunkel.

Lately, I’ve been mindful of mindfulness.

Grace asks, “Didn’t you bring a book?”

There’s something biblical about a stream in a city.

Despite the poor soil, it thrives.

I have a window on nature’s most fundamental drive.

Those teeth are merciless and final.

I love an empty horizon.

We need the waves and avoid the waves.

Woodgrain like that doesn’t happen overnight.