may 21, 2012

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Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” ~ Linda Hogan

age upon age (snapseed)

I hate to see trees cut down but, when they’re dead, it’s necessary. Still, in their death is beauty. The chainsaw reveals cracks, disease, and pestilence, yet the tree survived for years. A miracle. Each of us is like this tree – able to survive when we should be dead. I hope someone appreciates my cracked and broken body when it’s time to cut me down.

2 Responses

  1. Callie

    So far, I’ve loved all three I’ve seen/read. We’re on a very similar wavelength, Wild Mountain ________ (you know what goes there!).

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