I’ve always been fascinated with trees because, no matter how hard you try, you will never see 2 that are exactly alike.
Reminds me of the way God created His highest and best creation: the human being.
I’ve met thousands of people in my lifetime, and have never met 2 alike. My twin granddaughters could not be any different than they are, even though they were conceived and grew together. And so it is with the seemingly lowly tree.
My home backs up to common ground maintained by the Park Service, littered with many different types of trees. (I call the common ground my personal Hundred Acre Woods.) I couldn’t be happier than when I stand on my deck and absorb the beauty of their individuality. I love the fact that their ‘arms’ reach toward their source, and their roots run deep into their beginnings. And even though it appears that their branches intertwine, I now realize that they give each other space to grow.
I’ve been observing trees my entire life, especially during family road trips. I have studied them, hugged them, and talked to them, only to learn a lot from my deeply-rooted friends about relationships: I’ve learned how to allow others their space to grow and develop into what and who they’re supposed to be. This understanding has given me peace as much as it’s given me lessons to learn in my life. When my ‘branch’ breaks (due to no fault of my own), I know to let the new growth fill the void… perhaps not exactly like the old branch was, but allowing the void to be filled with the newness of life nonetheless. And this gives meaning to hope.
And so I salute my wooded friends, with their sometimes unsightly demeanor and rough exteriors. I allow them to grow into what (and who) they are supposed to be… because that’s just how it is.
Peace + blessings!