Toothbrush tree benediction

Let us praise the soft bark, the wide leaves.

What we had in Arua was the sky. To release our small and big sounds into. It took them all. And when we tired, it never did. It held everything in kindness. I have found two other places in the world that feel like home in this way: the dry, abrasive dust. The exposed, exposing sun. The open sky. How much more it was, than any of us. How like a benevol…