I decided to climb a tree the other day. The tree was an easy to climb tree and I couldn't resist; however, I got stuck. I had forgotten how easy it is to get all twisted up trying to climb a tree. I had an exit strategy but I was exhausted. I started to power myself out of my dilemma, when I remembered that I could rest. As a kid I loved to do daring things, but I also spent a great deal of time laying in the grass, or in the dirt, or floating on the surface of lakes, ponds, and oceans, catching my breath. So instead of wrenching my body towards progress, I just wrapped my arms around the branch and placed my cheek against cool, smooth, yet alive tree and relaxed. My little dog looked up at me, puzzled, and I closed my eyes.