TheBanyanTree: Let Me Count the Ways

[NancyIee at aol.com]

Tobie,

I've been on the ledge, that's why it's still warm when you sit there, 
contemplating space.

I have a tree, and it's my most stable and supportive companion. I have a 
tree, and I'm a tree hugger, for it's stronger and more everlasting than my 
worst funk. It's been hit by lightening, and has a great scar slashing down 
the side of it, bark black and ripped open, revealing damp wood. Ants live 
there, running up and down for some purpose yet to be known. Wind breaks 
mighty branches, leaving jagged stubs. Still, it stands, fully leaved, 
bearing fruit, strudy yet for a hundred years.

It it can do it, so can I.

NancyLee