My friend; the tree

When I was a kid I had my own tree in the backyard of our house, and I often climbed in it. The tree was an old birch, and after several years together I really did feel like it became a good friend.

To climb in a tree is a fiscal form of playing, and it requires skills like coordination, orientation, fiscal power and balance. It also makes you use you smell and sight sense.

Maybe it’s a cliché but I think of climbing as a good metaphor for life and love. You have to find a tree you can trust, a tree you can feel somewhat safe to climb in. For each branch you climb you have to hope that it will hold you, some might breake, some will hold, and some you might feel so safe on that you might just stay there instead of continuing to the top. And the higher you get, the longer you can fall, you just have to take the risk if you really want to get to the top.