Confessions About a Palm Tree

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I'm a bit embarrassed to confess this.  But I have a beloved palm tree.  Since I spend most of my time in the kids room. I usually help them get to sleep, say the night time prayer with them. And then stare out of their window, which has a palm tree right in front of it.  This palm tree and I have had many nights together reading psalms, talking to G-d (hitbodedut), thinking, wondering things out loud, etc.

Only this weekend I realized that I've grown fond of this palm tree.  Like a solid friend always there with its dancing leaves.  Sometimes it plays tricks on me when it rustles its leaves (the sound of rustling palm tree leaves sounds like rain). Most times it just stands there, like a witness to all my heart pourings to The One Above.

I really like that palm tree.