The Hand of God Tree is almost gone now. I see the empty space in the sky where the rest of the “fingers” used to be and I fill them in, in my imagination. It’s not unlike the way I filled in the space in the sky where the Twin Towers used to be in the photo (below) I took that I used on the cover of my book, Food for My Daughters — except, in this case, there is something noble, beautiful (instead of tragic), about how the tree has given itself back to the river, the way we all must one day.
I may be done going to the Hand of God Tree. I may be ready to go somewhere else, to bathe in a different river of possibility.