The first thing I saw outside my window when I woke up this morning is a huge camphor tree on the corner and green hills in the background and I am so grateful that I am alive in Muirsville, California today. The tree's presence relaxes and comforts me. Sometimes the sun presents its drowsy self through the puzzle of its branches thus bringing me nicely into the day. There is a dichotomy between my internal unrest and the search for relief from it that my soul demands, which meld themselves these mornings for me in Muirsville by the camphor tree's presence---
