“Will you have me?” she asked in a faint little voice. “Will you?”

Standing under this huge tree was a little girl in her pajamas, barefoot, looking up.  It was almost dawn.  The stars were still bright, maybe their brightest before the light.

Did she have teardrops in her eyes?  It didn’t look like it.  She kept looking up. Was she talking to the tree?  or something bigger?  One couldn’t tell.

Stillness.  Night voices had faded and the morning sounds had not arrived.  The stillness.  In between.

The little one stood tall looking up.  And then down, looking at her feet on the ground, to the earth in between the huge roots of the tree.  The roots, her feet, small, big, earth, the ground.  And then she turned her eyes up again whispering, Read More