Beneath the willow I have always felt loved. Its tresses embarrass with without suffocating. Its weeping is not of sorrow but of love. It is without questioning its place in the universe. A twig plucked from its branches will sprout its own roots and set off in search of water. That single-minded determination has seen it spread its shady reachs around the globe embracing stream banks in every corner. It has been used to relieve pain from the earliest times of our existance. It is part of our i