As far as I can tell, the trees seem unaware that there is a pandemic going on. The trees, and for that matter, all of Spring appears to be going about their business of Spring with full gusto: The sap flows up through the trees to any tip it can find, the flowers bud; the Spring arrivals trill and chirp, flitting around getting on with their mating dance; the owls call gloriously celebrating their convocations in pre dawn hours; mud alchemizes into grass. In short, all seems well in the woods.

As I generally look to the trees for daily guidance, taking my cue for living from these wise elders, I wonder to myself this Spring, how can my life reflect their joy and splendor? Answers come fast, and arrive as follows~

Trust~
Trust my resilience, to be strong and flexible, to respond and adapt and still laugh with joyful life force
Reach for the light wherever and however it shows up. Even if one must grow sideways. Simply reach, destination unimportant.
Send my roots deep into the abundant earth. Now, is a time of plenty. From these roots, one finds stability, nourishment and support.
Reach out to friends, neighbors and community. And for a tree, community is global. Who knows who needs a wave of a smile.
Dance and sway to the unseen, the music of the spheres and wind.
Send one's light out to the cosmos, knowing the web of life connects us by the very breath we breath and the atmosphere that contains us.

Those answers feel wise choices when many could be feeling fears of lack, or isolation. I pray that I, like the trees and wind, feel the grace of connection, not the despair of isolation. So... like the trees, I aim to embrace abundance, laugh and sing, and clap my hands often.

“For ye shall go out with joy,
And led forth with peace:
The mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands." (book of Isaiah)