July 12, 2013
If my life were a tree, it is shaping up and filling out in ways that seem intended but are unplanned. Taking root in firmer soil, leafing out in a vibrant green, bestowing some small fragrant scent on those that come close. My energy is coming from the center of my being, getting stronger and taller. Each leaf is an idea whose time has not quite been spent into fruition but is willing. The sound of my ideas are silent until stirred by the influence of others. This tree is rooted into home like never before. It feels like strength.