Twisting Growth

I loved playing among trees as a youth, and I still do. I was always drawn to the nearest woods and would spend hours moving silently between the austere upright pillars. I was an Indian scout or a hunter stalking his prey.

I still find peace walking among what pass for trees here in the tropics. Instead of marching between orderly columns rising to the sky, I find myself ducking and weaving through a jumble of trunks and branches. Roots grow from the tree tops and trunks passionately wrap around each other.

It has been a long slow process, but I find that my own ardor has emerged in years of twisting growth on Maui. I have learned to wind my arms around myself and embrace all that I am. On rare occasions I even bring others close to share this marvelous life.