This morning I am feeling your early light. i am remembering sitting under the great oak tree. The one in the side yard. You remember it? We starting calling it the Grandmother. It was one of two of the largest trees for miles around. A champion tree. I would stand on its smooth roots, dreaming. It was our front yard. It was our living room, prayer chamber, council space, and sometimes library. It held all my secrets and disappointments. The squirrels carried dreams up to the top and sometimes throw them down on my head. I want to be at the Grandmother tree now.