Steady breeze in the trees

Whenever anxiety starts to get the best of me, I just have to look out the window.

That’s why, this #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for a steady breeze in the trees.

It’s so easy to get caught up with what I can’t control: other people’s behavior and fears; the spread of disease.

And then I look out the window, and I see the breeze. Or, rather, the effects of the breeze, in the steady sway of lots of trees. Those trees, that wind—they’re doing their thing, being where they are, going with the flow.

The trees aren’t guaranteed safety from the breeze. Sometimes branches get snapped off. They’ll become part of the soil below, and new branches will always grow.

I can’t say for sure whether trees worry, if the breeze thinks about its journey. But I am confident their innate intelligence comes from the same source as mine, that I have the same access to acceptance and peace.

The trees don’t resist the breeze, and the wind doesn’t try and stop itself from blowing. Nature just keeps on going. And so can we.

Love > fear,
Christina

p.s. But, like, please wash your hands a lot, and cover your mouth when you sneeze, okay?