In case you were wondering, here is what my tree looks like today. Her brilliant, fiery leaves are gone, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was dead. But she's not dead. There is still life down deep in her roots and inside her frozen branches. She's bracing for the icy darkness and dreaming of spring.
Today I will stretch and exercise my body to get my sluggish blood flowing. I will exchange some spicy quinoa and lentils for some soup that my friend has made. I will write and write and write until my fingers and back beg me to stop. And all the while, I'll be dreaming of spring and the avalanche of green that is not so far away after all. I'll remember that God is near.