Tree Rings

Left the house at 6:00 this morning to sit with my friends at church. About 8 the sun crested above the berm filling the room with light warming my bones, like a cat sitting on a cushion.

I said that I was moving from Wisconsin to Vermont this Friday, that this would be the last time I would be sitting with them. It was hard. We gave each other hugs. They wished me well.

If you look closely to the rings of a tree you can see when it struggled through drought, when it was blessed with rain, when its days were filled with sunshine, when it lived through shadows, and when hard winters set upon the roots.

Soon I can count another spring.