I live in a tree house.

It's not built on a tree, but it feels like it is. I am lifted from the ground, protected by the loving trees that surround me.

Everywhere I look, my trees are there. They talk to me in the loving silence of nature. The one that holds my balcony, feels like the hand of the Divine holding me and my space.

On bright days, the light and breeze come through the trees into my tree house. On rainy or cold days, like today, the sweet tree house keeps me warm and cozy.

My tree house hosts beings of light inside of it and is surrounded by the love and wisdom of nature, all of us living together. Birds come and hang out in the trees, singing their songs. The fruits of my trees feed me with their sweet juice—I just reach out my hand and can take the blessed fruit.

Not only host the trees my house, the birds, and fruit, but they also host the spirits of ancient wisdom and fairy owls.

In stormy, windy nights the branches of all the trees knock on my windows and remind me that I'm never alone. Oranges and bamboos, all together, all alive.

My tree house is cozy and magical. My spirits live here with me, and we're a happy, sweet bunch. The plants inside the tree house live and grow happily too, connected through the invisible tissue of light that blends us all together.

When I'm far from my tree house, I miss it terribly and want to come back. I feel safe, loved, and protected here. I AM safe, loved, and protected here.

I remember how, when I was a child, we lived in a house for the first time after the first stage of my life happening in an apartment. In that house, there were two mango trees and one lemon tree. All our lunches were accompanied by mango and lemon smoothies which my mom did. My brothers and I would climb one of the mango trees and grasp the fruit or just eat it while sitting on the branches.

Later, when we moved to Merida, there was a tree house in the common park space of the neighborhood. I thought that was only a children's thing, until this week I learned through a friend that there are tree houses where adults live.

I will have a proper tree house at some point.

Gabriela 💜

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