sitting at the table with a wise one, the sacred sat there with us. i was rooted to the spot, rooted to her words. with her on our gathering, she returned with the tree she purchased of mine last she visited the studio for me to frame in this frame, one given by one of her dear boys. my heart and spirit were filled with the sacred words she spoke. her wisdom, her presence is a gift. i treasure this friend and her rootedness in my life.