Thomas
Not just any ordinary tree, if there is such,
Not just that tall, lanky, towering back or front yard presence,
But rather, inclusively, that steady, sometimes windy and whimsical canopy, comforting, shading,
Roots deepened and grounded in nourishment, in sustenance, in giving.
He loved trees—all kinds.
Avocado, apple, apricot--
Just like he loved people—family, extended family, devotees;
People who needed/wanted to explore their inner landscape;
Friends who laughed with him through all of life’s meanderings.
Thomas was not just any head of any family tree.
He was the tree; he was the family who gathered family around him.
He was the presence, he was the gift.
He was the giving tree, bearing loving fruits.
MKS in appreciation