At Tree’s Eye Level

Berkeley, Saturday, March 7, 2026 4:42 PM

I am with some resistance to type a few things in here, because then when accountability comes, it comes the big question of what I have done in this time. Then, what is the purpose to type a few things here. Is it really clearing up the brain?

Is it looking for some approval, now that I have been checking the stats, which in itself is horrible question to ask?

What is it?

Is it a source of anxiety? Something equivalent to go out an run in the old healthy days to come back with a clear mind to nail an exam or a text.

I showed up today to my writing and working session 40 minutes late. There were a few external reasons. The prior one was as a client thing just ended at 3 PM. Then, drop off the car. On my cycling way back to campus, on this really extremely beautiful afternoon. A neighbor, who had two 26-year old twins, who are succesful. She is moving up quite a bit north. Yet, had beautiful paintings, plants, petrified wood. Each of those has a story, which I stopped to listen to. I will get some of those frames, and take care of two of my plants, later on my way back home. Under pressure, a beautiful song by Queen, but by the way under pressure, a conversation is not that easy. Yet, in the brief connection, I gte the chance to listen some of her stories, and shared picture album of her family. A proud mom.

I arrived might be 45 minutes late to the library. So, I apologized, but true on some side, I lost the awareness of being a bit noisy in the library which could create discomfort to other tables. There are things in this life to buckle in if that is properly say, but particularly to suck it up.

That out of the way, despite conflict is good. Yes, of course, one must always honor and be respectful with the place and space. Space is quite important, it says a lot of the person.

Anyways, I am not running out of minutes. Google might say a few things of other questions I checked. But those can be distractions and points of worries as well.

A good think I want to say, now back connecting to space, in something that a few might say non sense words. I am typing this at the the height elevation of a tree, which is next to the window. A beautiful and refreshing breeze is coming in. Sun is shining just enough to not disrupt.

This is of course a quite peaceful space.

There are three different trees. But I am not sure about their species from this angle. I might look them up in another time.

I also must do my best to be everyday at the office. At early in the morning. So far, I have been tracking the growing of leaves in two trees I can spot from the window located in the next room, which faces to plaza. It has been beautiful to see each day the development of the leaves of this deciduous tree. Is that a London Plane. Might be. I will put a bit more of attention to that, beyond the romantic statement.