A friend once told me that my blog thought (A journey into life and all that inspires and moves us not to settle.) was on his daily read list. I don't know if it still is or not, but I have made it a point to read it myself, every day. To remind me to keep my eyes on what I want and where I want to be. To remind me not to get caught up in my every day... remind me not to settle.
And so, I found myself thinking this afternoon about what inspires and moves me. Trees. Their form, the way they move in the wind, their colors, the way they grow and change, all give me unending joy. Perhaps I appreciate them so much, because I see in them the same qualities I see in the women that have had such bearing on my life: my mother, sister, grandmothers, aunts, friends...
Trees have strong roots for balance and gathering nourishment. They are flexible and able to bend and sway with the wind during life's storms. They are providers. Giving shelter freely to those in need by providing shade, a place of respite, and homes for others in their branches. They provide sustenance in the nuts and fruits they bear.
Like women, trees are all different, they are tall, short, slim, stout, graceful, and awkward. Some are full and some are spare. Some are more flamboyant and change their garments with the seasons, from green leaves, to gold and red, and then shed them altogether. Others are modest and steadfast in their greenery. Some have branches that are no-nonsense and straightforward, others are curvy and sensuous.
They are all different and they are all beautiful.
We are all different and we are all beautiful.
