This afternoon I was able to meet up with brother at our parents' home. He was rested from his flight from Kyrgyzstan and a few days away from his flight home to Chile. We donned snowshoes and I took him on a hike to see my favorite tree. It was difficult breaking trail through the woods--my last visit to the tree had been at Thanksgiving before all the snow.
There will be many posts ahead about this tree. I love it--the ground feels consecrated--there is something intentional about the way the trees have grown together. Brother even felt it--he said that the hairs were standing up on the back of his neck. Of course, our family has a genetic tendency toward fancy.
It was very special to spend a few hours with him today. Since 1979 we have lived in different parts of the country--now we live in different parts of the world and it has been many years since I have seen him. Somehow, though, all the years and distance melted away with a hug.