I’ve had the great fortune to stay in Hamburg, Germany with my uncle who lives in a forest close to a lake. It’s the perfect place to decompress and meditate, and quite an enchanting walk to the nearby coffee shop. There is a magic and wander about the place that just doesn’t get old. There is a presence in the trees, in between the leaves in the bushes. During one of my walks, I saw an enormous tree that had a gentleness about it, I approached it with care and made contact with my right palm, turned and rested my back against it. It was pleasant, made me become very present. I smelled something familiar. I looked down and it was truly magical, dog shit smashed under my right foot. I had a feeling the tree had something to do with it. Well played tree, well played.