the world’s kindness, flit through landscapes,
trying to make things right.
The Pisces New Moon is a good time to look for grace. I recall a friend telling me about driving with her daughter down a mountain road–when the car strikes a patch of black ice and spins out of control. Time slows as she surveys her options. If she steers left, they’ll hit an oncoming vehicle. If she steers right, they’ll plunge down the mountain. She becomes aware of a tree which seems to have suddenly lit up. Feeling powerless to head towards it, she asks the tree to pull them to itself instead. In an instant the car is smashed against the tree, totalled. My friend and her daughter walk away without a scratch, the tree loses a small patch of bark. I wonder if that was a special tree, or if the trees around my house can do things too. Do I have to wait for an emergency? Or can miracles happen anytime? Like today when I’m skidding with insecurities, will the dogwood across the road pull me to safety? Its branches nod: “The day is good. Free yourself!” Oh yes.