In addition to my sense of a deep bond with trees I think I am also a light mystic. My fiction is replete with light mysticism, my image of God is radiant light unfolding in unending graciousness, and I happen to be a huge fan of color in all its variety and nuances.
I am devoted to the "glorious feasts" and the beatific vision of God's glory, plus all the moments when we have foretastes of
L'amor che muove il sole e l'altre stelle
The love that moves the sun and other stars
[Concluding line of Dante's Commedia]