I look at the tree. The trunk is so thick. Thick with years of experience. Eyes that see history in the making. Eyes that see everthing. I touch her and try to hear her lessons. I feel for her heartbeat but I can’t feel anything. It doesn’t matter, there is treasure in her soul. She is the wisdom of the ages. Life flows through her branches even as she slumbers through the cold. She awakens with glorious new life. Ah, but there was always life in her. We just didn’t see it. The grandmother tree shares whispers of life that have passed before her. I hug her and feel her strength. Her energy envelops me and gives me hope.
I have lived a life and learned many things along the way. Through my daily experiences I want to share the little lessons I have picked up and share them with you. Maybe you can find some pearls of wisdom in your day too. View all posts by Mary Mangee