There is an oak tree outside my office window. It’s the fullest tree in my line of sight. The leaves sat as buds for over a month last Spring when it turned cold again after a bout of warm weather. Eventually the leaves fully developed, proud and distinct. I felt something shift within me as I observed and noticed this interruption.

 

When my somatic therapist asks me to anchor myself to something that feels good, that oak is what I look to for stability. I’m inspired by its longevity, reminded of how short or long my life seems in comparison to other beings.

 

I often wonder if it ever gets bored standing in one place for so long. But then, I never get bored looking at it. Every time I do, it looks different. I can only imagine it’s view is also constantly changing. It reminds me that change is the only constant.