Tulip Jungle, Filoli, Woodside, California
“I envy the tree, how it reaches but never holds.
Things that matter come and go, but being touched and feeling life move on, we tend to cling and hold on, not wanting anything to change. We can’t stop life from flowing. So we are left with feeling what was and what is, and we call the difference loss. When clear enough and open enough, I try to let things in, to let things touch me. It doesn’t eliminate loss, but when trusting enough to let this happen, I am tuned like a harp held up to wind.”