So, it was with great pleasure and thankfulness that I stumbled upon this post by Maria Popova titled The Death of a Tree on her so worthy blog Brain Pickings. She relates how one tree was always part of her life through her highs and lows and how she found solace by its presence in a Brooklyn park. I think of that as an "anchoring tree," something I long to have because it will mean I have stopped running, that I have stopped being afraid.
Please take time to read the post. As always, she shares other literary tidbits with you concerning whatever topic she's writing about. In this case it's Thoreau confessing to abusing a tree with a sideways link to another post suggesting trees "feel."