“From her heart grows a tree” whose bark has peeled and chipped, now leaving exposed wood growing moss and green creatures fertile with new life to pass. She is solid below the surface, and confident the new chapter will take root.
Thank you Melanie. See her post here. I hope I did this right! 🙂
Layer peels away, holding the imprint of your life. It twists until it shapes and forms a roll that takes itself away. Your outer layer removed, reveals, and inside you see the source of the imprint. You see the life you’ve had, your experiences like photos on a board. All of those moments down to just photos on a board, lines on bark, and to your surprise those lines are embedded amongst a universe of stars and galaxies. You are the very fabric of creation, the moss, the lichen, the bark.
Your roots reach into the dust of another’s life that once was long before you, the connection deep and lasting. Your lines to be dust for another life yet to come.
Paul was always in the back row of the choir not just because he was one of the tallest but because he was one of the loudest and that’s not necessarily a good thing. He had a unique talent for always harmonizing in the correct key and still keep gum in his mouth.
Josh had eyes that made women swoon. Too bad he didn’t get a chance to show them off this past week. He met up some of his friends who rode across the Kancamangus Highway. As usual, he was in the front of the pack when they hit a swarm of flies. It wasn’t the first time he and his group of friends pulled bugs out of their teeth, noses and hair but it was the first time one hit him right in the eye.
It’s been a week since he’s been able to wink at the hot chick on the Harley since the fly incident. She got his phone number. He still has it.
Tony secretly desired a haircut. After all, the time and energy required to keep his locks fully manicured were taking away from what really mattered to him. His bee hives. He simply couldn’t continue the hectic schedule of washing and primping after gathering honey in the morning. This meant that he had to go to the office smelling like a bonfire, and that wasn’t getting him any new dates.
As of yesterday, he decided his new future love would have to want fresh honey more than a fresh smelling man.
Soggy, shredded, moist from the most recent deluge of rain a log fallen and seemingly lifeless and rotting, instead it sits like a cave on a plateau, high above the denseness of the earth, the forest floor. In it, new growth takes hold and life begins. Life in a most unlikely place.
When I look at this it gives me courage. It makes me think that anything is possible. It gives me hope that my dreams will come true.
May life sprout. May it take hold in a dark cold wet place within you and give you courage. May your dreams come true.
Sasha was quick to respond to his bright smile and interesting bio. They had so much in common and she just knew that they’d be a great looking couple. It was their first date that disappointed her when she realized that he lied a little on his stats and was actually a bit shorter than she was. Like most women, she had a poor body image and needed someone larger than her to feel feminine and comfortable.
It’s been 3 months since they met on a dating app and Piere is still taking selfies standing in the foreground so that he appears taller than he really is. Sasha’s not sure if the relationship is going anywhere but heck, she’s having fun.
New growth casting a strong shadow at the base of its elder whose bark is peeled and crusty and its trunk, at first curved onto something solid and safe, but then upright and confident, enabling it to create something new.
Sometimes we do not know what we’re doing or where we’re going and we bend and curve to what is asked of us not realizing that we’re just a crooked old tree until light, knowledge hits us and we reach up and create something new.
Are you playing it safe or are you reaching and creating?
Light filtering on scalloped edges and veins creating new images. Some broad. Some clear.
Each day brings a new light and with it the opportunity to create something new in your life. It doesn’t matter if it’s a broad or narrow approach as long as you continue to reach and to grow, so that the light is able to filter through you and onto others.
The next generation with wondrous eyes and trusting hearts whose unhardened tips are still kelly green and soft. They have yet to taste bitterness, hardship or disappointment.
They stand before us trusting we will love and nurture, shed our experiences and wisdom like a delicate bed of pine needles, encompassing and sheltering their future.
They stand before us expecting a fertile and viable soil to cultivate, just as we expected of our elders who believed in us enough to honor and preserve the earth.
They stand before us and ask that we give them the same opportunities that were given to us, and to love and cherish the land and each other, so that they can have thick bark and strong deep roots to endure the storms, and lasting branches of foliage green with energy from the sun.