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As I was walking the other day, a tree branch that was outstretched onto the sidewalk caressed the top of my head. I had a feeling of being blessed. My grandparents used to do that - put their hands on my head as they would say 'jeetee raho' (may you live long).

A brief moment under the tree, a wayward branch - unleashed memories of distant land, times past, people long gone.

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Lori ann said…
I love this Bhavana. I will always think this now whenever I am brushed by a tree. You are blessed.

xxx lori
March 10, 2009 at 7:24 PM
Anonymous said…
I agree with Lori, what a beautiful thought...I too will hear the words whispered each time a tree shares its love with me.
namaste
xxmango
March 11, 2009 at 3:52 AM
karen said…
how beautiful. you are such a fellow tree-hugger! lovely memories of your grandparents x
March 11, 2009 at 5:43 AM
Yolanda said…
I loved this thought and will have to remember it.Thanks for sharing.
March 11, 2009 at 3:29 PM
bindu said…
Such a nice thought!
March 11, 2009 at 4:10 PM
Tillybud said…
That is really really lovely. You are blessed to have such happy memories.
March 12, 2009 at 12:47 PM
karen said…
Hi! there's an award for you on my blog, today.. :)
March 13, 2009 at 1:29 AM
aMus said…
what a beautiful thought! you brought back memories...and a sudden longing for home!
March 13, 2009 at 9:23 PM
Val said…
i love this tree blessing. thank you. and maybe it was your grand parents reminding you too??
March 15, 2009 at 12:50 AM
Alisa said…
This is a nice blog, I'm glad I found it!
March 15, 2009 at 2:32 PM
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