I grew up timid—frightened of my own shadow, careful with every step, scanning rooms for approval before I spoke. The loneliness was strong. I carried it into my teens like a worn-out sweater that was too comfortable to throw. By my late teens, I started gathering a little courage, but the old script continued: “if I can just find the right people, the right approval, the right belonging, I’ll be OK”.

In the arms of a 1,000-year-old Sitka Spruce in Alaska, I felt something beyond words—oneness with nature, with life, and with the divine. Just as a sacred moment in Jerusalem revealed the kindness that flows across all faiths, this ancient tree whispered the same truth: we are all connected.