ZANDER
Alex and I are waiting outside Aunt Luna’s house. On the left, the sacred fig tree still stands. It is more gigantic than the last time I saw it, the dense canopy stretching to the side of the house. I am sure Aunt Luna would not trim its overgrown branches even if they extend inside the window of her bedroom.
She identifies as Wiccan, yet some of her practices are still arguably Buddhist with some Hindu influence. The sacred fig tree, for one, is the tree where Buddha sat under when he attained enlightenment. The Hindu Deity, Lord Vishnu, was born under the same tree. When I was six, I climbed it. Aunt Luna chased me down with her witch broom and yelled at me not to disturb the spirit inhabitants.
Alex walks to the base of the tree where a miniature spirit house stands. He fixes
