Stewards of Cycles

During my recovery from surgery, a cherry blossom tree kept appearing in my meditations.

At first, it was growing inside my heart and I saw myself sitting beneath it.

Then, others began to gather around it. We interlaced hands in a circle, forming something living and connected around the trunk.

And then yesterday morning, something shifted.

I became the tree.

I was the trunk.
I was the roots.

And the people who were gathering didn’t circle me anymore. They began to ext…