i’ve been watching the great oak in my yard for several years now… she doesn’t play by the rules of autumn, clinging tightly to faded, parched leaves against the fiercest of tempests, through ice and heavy lobs of wet snow, though her branches may bend to almost breaking, she holds fast i don’t know what to think of such a tree, is it vanity, stubbornness, a lapse of memory? for as sure as summer drifts to autumn and autumn to winter, spring will come as the sun grows warm and days grow long, life will begin to surge through her veins causing buds to burst, at long last setting their departed siblings free to ride the wind, to taste the earthen loam, to rest, to rest in peace in a sea of greening
i’ve been known to be stubborn, to cling too tightly to things not meant for me, to useless longing for what once was, my memory forgetful of the struggles of those glorified once upon a times, and time again i have been known to stand full-faced against a tempest, convinced i held on and on for virtue’s sake, believing martyrdom raised me up, oh there it is, the vanity, how loathsome to be a tree that can’t let go when letting go is one’s very destiny… letting go to ride the wind, to fall to pieces, to trust the seasons, to know that whatever is left of me is all i need and here, now is where i’m meant to be
My dear Kat… I see your beloved Oak as a woman with deep roots. Her incredible strength and vulnerability draws from the soil of the earth and her soul. The winds May buffet and blow… the storms may come and go… she is rooted deeply in Mother Earth… she reminds me of many Sisters… especially you ♥️
We can each see ourselves in trees, and the oak is perfect for so many of us. Whether it is the strength, the resilience, the willingness to bend, the lasting legacy or, in my case, the gnarled outer bark and aged, creaking joints! Whichever it is, I loved your words!
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March 7th, 2022 at 10:55 pm
My dear Kat… I see your beloved Oak as a woman with deep roots. Her incredible strength and vulnerability draws from the soil of the earth and her soul. The winds May buffet and blow… the storms may come and go… she is rooted deeply in Mother Earth… she reminds me of many Sisters… especially you ♥️
What a beautiful reflection!
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March 7th, 2022 at 10:59 pm
What a beautiful thought Michael. thank you❤️
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March 7th, 2022 at 11:07 pm
♥️♥️
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March 7th, 2022 at 11:38 pm
The oak symbolizes the thirst of life in us all. We cling on with all our might till we are forced to relinquish our grip
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March 8th, 2022 at 12:06 am
What a wonderful illustration. thank you Sadje.
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March 8th, 2022 at 6:47 am
We can each see ourselves in trees, and the oak is perfect for so many of us. Whether it is the strength, the resilience, the willingness to bend, the lasting legacy or, in my case, the gnarled outer bark and aged, creaking joints! Whichever it is, I loved your words!
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March 8th, 2022 at 3:44 pm
She is mother earth 🌎
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March 9th, 2022 at 6:24 pm
Yes indeed, she is! i love trees! 🥰
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March 9th, 2022 at 7:18 pm
I live tree too 💜💜
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