The Tree

Saturday, January 31, 2015





Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees ...............

This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.




I don’t know what it is about this tree but it seems like I have suddenly become compelled to capture every movement and change it makes ……. 


















I sit on my bed and look out at it and I feel peace ….















I watch the winds attack it fiercely some days yet it’s branches just move with the wind and the tree itself stands still …… I look at it as a reminder that no matter how stormy and rough it gets you just have to just sway with the wind while you stand strong ……













I love this place where I am now and I love the peace and contentment I feel even when the times are so unpredictable ……. 












My pain sometimes sends me to my bed crying and sometimes I am forced to deal with things that I thought were so far gone it could never affect me but like this tree I know I have already proven over and over time and time again I am a strong woman and this too shall pass







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“But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favourite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?”
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

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