It woke slowly from its winter slumber, black brown branches looking lifeless for so long. Dead? Just waiting for the right time. Slowly, pale buds appearing curled up tight, cups opening wider and wider, gradually. Life from far below trekking imperceptibly up to the farthest point. But as the buds multiplied so did the birds to eat and peck. The buds would be all gone! Oh no! There will never be enough! As I watched day in and day out I saw that life is not scarce or puny. Life is abundant, new and renewed. More than enough always. In her dream a tree came out of her side. The Tree of Life on which Life is given for all. Abundantly. Generously. Exuberantly. More than enough always.