Jane has a 200 year old peach tree in her yard. Can you imagine that? 200 years. It's already gotten its blossoms and is dropping them, petal by petal. Jane says the tree is then slow to get its leaves. There is a metaphor there, though I haven't yet teased it out, something about wisdom and age -
the pause -
compassion -
patience -
All wrapped in the drum-beat, the heart-beat
of Love!!