And the trees.
This time, I was shown a truly sacred place.
A forest. Where the trees are ancient and alive and wise.
Portraits, sculptures of Time.
And of spirits.
This one... This one--
...is me.
Growing tall out of tangled chaos.
One with the silvered shadow of her losses and heartaches. Those things that are forever part of her. Rising with her, not pulling her down. Not keeping her from living.
Wow! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMissed you. That big, beautiful, old tree is totally, totally fantastic. Not another one on earth that looks like it.
ReplyDeleteTo be as wise as this tree. How much adversity has it seen and conquered.
ReplyDeleteDid you talk to the trees?
ReplyDeleteDid they talk to you?
I was going to say, "No," Virginia; but then when I thought about it... Did we carry on a conversation as we humans define that? No. But I spoke to them. They communicated much to me. So I have to say "Yes."
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