I was primarily listening and feeling but quietly communicating with an old, gnarled juniper tree. The tree was living in a hot, wind-swept, dry and rocky area of Arizona. I found myself considering what it would be like for the tree to live in a less rugged location and it stopped me by pointing out that it was more peaceful for it to think only of “what is” and be grateful for life. I have used that level of acceptance for my own life, particularly my disability. I could certainly compare myself to others and envy their ease, coordination and speed. I have to admit I do that at times and it feels like I am fighting myself, definitely not peaceful. I also can and usually do accept “what is” and be grateful for what I have. It changes nothing but I find peace there.
