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The tree is weathered, worn, aged, and her branches have long forgotten the color of green. Some would say she is dead. I denied their suggestions to cut her down. Leaving for work this morning, her trunks cradled the moon. Somehow the image…..
And should I think my ego or mind too strong to ever soften or learn. Should I think the light too far or unobtainable. Should I think flexibility and openness are out of reach. If I should, my friend, I will remember your image and whisper……
“I can’t take it anymore” came the sigh of my heart. My face grimaced to hear the whisper’s gentle laugh to my plea. “Well done little one. Now we can begin. Do you think one dressed in full battle armor or carrying weights…..
On a day when a long awaited and arduous task uprooted into an insurmountable and unachievable task, I stood frozen. Closing my eyes I thought of the “why” of the path that required the task. I thought of those surrounding me with…..
Arms raised in praise. A quickened sword. No matter the image the mind might create. The heart’s eyes sighed with mirrored defiant resilience rooted in the mountain of gratitude.
It’s ok to cry when the body feels weak. It’s ok to say I need to sleep. It’s ok to say I cannot. Ok to say I should not. We are the manifestation of the Creator. Our body and emotions are how the Creator experiences creation itself……
Another night of winter’s blast. Another night of winter’s quilted gift to the drought hardened earth. A matter of perspective. And on such night, a gentle story of perspective. Yes Jacob, sometimes it is enough.
“Jacob, where do you find the strength…..
A tiny clump of leaves and twigs parted the rushing waterfall of melting snow and stream. Strength in holding together? Strength in holding to rock or ledge? A combination perhaps? Or simply a frozen moment that would change as soon as my eyes…..
Such a tiny little tree growing alone in the center of a bed of sandstone boulders. It slim trunk and tiny little green branches drew my eyes. Then the moment of awe when the camera revealed its fragile looking roots. Its tenuous hold…..
An entanglement of roots minding not time and erosion nor the belief that roots grow only deep down into the earth. Roots grow where the tree needs. Roots grow around rocks. They do not crack open and force their way through. Roots extend to find the softness…..
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