A most wonderful image. The tree trunk buried in the sand. A branch reaches out and then becomes a root supporting the tree and gathering needed water and nourishment. Such a delicate and elegant dance. To simply reach for what is needed. I almost did not see. When I did, I almost felt like I had intruded. Without  fanfare nor seeking gratitude or applause, the branch shed the glory of green adornment and become a root of support.  I bowed and offered my whispered prayer that my own giving and gifts would be so elegant and simple.