This was given to me by my life coach for the specific reason of self-love. A story I never told her was about me and a tree. My father has always had white birches on his properties that I was always drawn to. On his last house in the back of his enormous backyard was a very large white birch. That was my tree. I was drawn to that tree from the first day I saw it. This meditation required imagining a tree. That birch immediately came into my mind. My father hasn’t been in that house since I was 16 years old, some 30 years ago. Yet it still that white birch in the back of his property that drew me in again with this meditation.