This tree looked like it had been around longer than most of the world’s population. I guess that’s what drew me to it. Its cracks and shapes showed years of buffeting by rain and being dried out by the sun, yet it remains still, alive.

One of my favorite yoga poses is the tree pose. It’s so simple, but it took me so long before I was able to balance for a long time on one leg, arms stretched out or hands together. The balance that I used to chase after, spending the right amount of time on each activity in order to feel accomplished, trying to have different parts of my life all be evenly spread out, it feels a little silly now because it’s not real life.

Instead, I want my balance to mean stillness when I’m being buffeted, not falling over or giving up, just letting it happen and letting it go.

There’s value in that.