Fallen,
yet strong
Needing support,
yet giving wisdom
Injured,
yet giving life
Careworn,
yet giving peace
On Friday mornings I teach at a renowned bank. Next to the bank is a little park with some old trees, perhaps not ancient, but old enough to have seen a thing or two of this life. I like to get to my student early, so that I can sit for a few minutes just drinking in the peace and coolness of the park. The very air feels and smells different in there. It's quite with just a few folk walking with their partners, their dogs, or just enjoying the place alone the way I do. I walk up to the old tree and touch it just to feel the peaceful energy. It seems to tell me to relax and breathe. I see the tiny shoot growing out of its thick trunk. There is always hope.
I leave the park renewed, ready for another day where little can get me down.
:)
ReplyDeleteYou are so special, Tint. I love the way you write and the way you think and the way you live your life ~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. It's good that in that fast paced sauna of a life, you know how to take a moment to refresh yourself in nature like that. It's awesome, Tint. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, awesome blog, mom! Beautiful and refreshing, just reading it. Thank you for sharing. ~ =)
ReplyDeletelovely blog, tint.
ReplyDeleteGeesh, sounds like you're describing ME.
ReplyDelete" I walk up to the old tree and touch it just to feel the peaceful energy. It seems to tell me to relax and breathe. I see the tiny shoot growing out of its thick trunk. There is always hope.".............................I do this and had an idea you did too.
ReplyDeleteA tree, the woods... to me, is as refreshing and calming as some might find a chapel to be. If it weren't raining and blowing tonight.....................
Jules, perhaps tonight is a night that you should don your galoshes and a raincoat and go to your trees. Rain is cleansing too. I hope your young friend is safe in that weather =(
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