Inspiration Tree

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in my mind's eye

I see

a tree

painted on the wall

of my office

with a door

the open door

to my dreams

to my inspiration

to my creativity

to the magic

and power 

I hold inside myself

to set it free

I must paint the tree

and the door

to my soul

Inspiration

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Inspired by this painting:
Healing With Art


my heart
creates roots
deep in the fibre of me
like the root system
of a tree
and as I grow
stronger
older
wiser
my heart opens
wider
and I am willing
to reach towards
the sky
or new people
with ever more
buds and blooms
of heart flowers and
connections
and joy

Trees

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an ancient sentinel

and witness

of the passage

of time

and

of life

if you could ask them

a question

what would you ask?

what knowledge

of life

and of the earth

they must have

what deep and vibrant 

understanding

of the vibes

and energy

of all living things

what knowledge

of beauty and horror

they must hold 

in the fibre of their

ancient being

and then

to relinquish life

and return to the earth

I wish that they could speak

or that I could understand what they 

already try to say

trees

The Story of Two Lilac Trees

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the first tree

was purchased

from a mail order catalogue

it was special

and cost twenty dollars

it was planted and grew for a year in my yard

then

transplanted to my mom's yard

when I moved home

it was years away from blooming

but there was hope...

and then...

a younger brother

and a lawn mower mishap

my lilac tree was mulched!

the second tree

was purchased

from the same catalogue

another chance

and hope renewed

it was planted in the front yard

and surrounded with it's own little white fence

but alas...

another younger brother (hubby's this time)

and a truck parked on the very spot

above the snow

and after the spring thaw...

poor lilac baby was dead!

AGAIN!

My lesson?

DON'T purchase fancy lilac trees

and plant them anywhere 

that little brother's travel!!

(just kidding guys)

:) TRUE STORIES.

Christmas Tree Lights

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Getting in the mood.............

with beautiful, glowing and blinking (4 separate strands) coloured lights

AND

2 strands of soft white lights!

Patience

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If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
-   Hal Borland


WOW! I had forgotten.
When I was a child I spent more time in the forest than anywhere else.  I fell in love with trees.
I fell in love with the sound, smell and feel of the woods.
Now, in this digital plugged in world, I have forgotten the whisper of trees. Leaves dancing in the breeze, the creaking and groaning of trunks, roots digging deep into the earth.  More important than the sound is the feel.  I have forgotten that time has little meaning in a forest. It slows and becomes almost imperceptible. When you sit quiet in the forest you can feel your body slow to the pace and energy of the trees. You want to rest.  You want to stay.  You feel at peace. You can lose track of the time. You want to breath in the air.  You want to drink in the essence and recharge in renewal. 

Seasons transition and pass on as trees stand. Silent sentinels of time. I've often wondered what it would be like to have a conversation with a tree.  Oh, the many wonders they must have seen through this passage of time.  So many things they must have felt from the earth to the air above. So many beautiful truths they must KNOW. Not the least of which would be PATIENCE. That is something I need to learn more of! Maybe someday soon I will take the time to sit again and listen to the trees. Perhaps on the whisper of the breeze I'll hear words of wisdom, and remember a little better what it is to be patient.