A Fork in the Tree

It was the last morning at the A-frame on Islesboro Island, Maine and the sun was shining in full strength for the first time in a few days. The surrounding landscape of trees, the enchanting forest, started to come alive.

In one unfolded moment, a beam of light projected itself onto a tree to my right, illuminating first a section of its branches then the leaves. The branches formed a couple of V-shapes with my mind bent toward this thought, "A fork in the tree."

What followed next goes a little something like this: A chipmunk scurried up the trunk of tree. Like a fork in the road it hit a point of decision, where two branches meet. One going this way, the other going that way. And unlike the human-way...the chipmunk at the fork in the tree, with great instinctual nature and without a moment in hesitation—made its choice.