On a good day, this is how we live. And this is love. This is what life is: the possibility of finding root, safety and nurturing in a new season. The tree sprouts, its branches thicken, mature, bloom. It is scarred by lightning, shaken by thunder, sickness, human events and God’s hand. Drawn back, it grows itself again toward light, rising higher toward heaven while thrusting itself deeper, more firmly, into the earth. Its history and memory retained. Its presence felt.