The tree outside the northern window has grown. I can only see the tree and the sky from my window now. even the power lines are gone. It makes me forget I'm in LA. I'm somewhere else; a place where the wind whispers through the trees and sings about the mysteries Mother Earth only tells us about in silence and the birds have taken up residence. They harmonize with these mysteries.
The tree is close enough to my balcony that I can reach out and touch it. When I hold that tree I feel peace leak into me, through my skin and into my blood. It flows into my lungs and I can breathe easier.
I wish I could be an ancient greek myth, where my goodness turns me into a tall magestic flowering tree. Rooted to the same spot for all eternity, shelter those around me, filling the air around myself with the sweet perfume of my own flowers. Giving off my own peace to heal those around me from the inside out.

Maybe I wouldn't be so lost.