Trees are stuck. A tree is bound by its roots, stationed exactly where it is planted, no matter what weather assaults it, no matter what new buildings crowd out its sunshine, no matter what drought parches its leaves.
A person has roots, but they are not binding. When a person is surrounded by a hostile environment, he can defend himself. When a person is cut off from light and warmth, she can move to something better. When the nourishment of the spirit is lacking in one place, that human spirit is free to seek an oasis.
I am glad I'm not a tree. I am grateful for the power to choose my surroundings and companions.
Here is a mantra:This week I will examine my environment. Where there is turbulence, I will seek calm; where there is darkness, I will seek light; and where there is drought, I will seek nourishment.