Seeing Nokosee once in a while isn't enough-- and the anxiety it brings doesn't balance out-- when he's with us, I can't shake the idea that he's going to get caught.
Re-reading Hermann Hesse reminds me of my love affair with trees-- and the world. I grew up in trees, played tree tag with kids and when older, read books up high in the boughs. If you read my books, you know Haalie, our daughter was conceived in a gumbo limbo tree deep in the Everglades. For those who aren't familiar with Hesse, here's a great short introduction by Maria Popova to his mind and his relationship with trees. He writes,
then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still!
Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. . .
Home is neither here nor there.
Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all."