We took a little stroll down the road today and there's a pine tree standing so tall and strong and half its trunk is hollowed out at the base. I remember distinctly when that tree was struck hard by lightening during a storm fifty years ago which is why it is hollowed. And yet, it still stands. Gnarled and hollowed but so very much alive.
A little like that. That's how I'm feeling.
There must be some rich and primeval river muck here to support such fecundity and I am walking barefoot. I am taking it all in again. My roots here are incredibly deep. There is no other way to explain it. Lightening did cruelly strike and I may bear the scars but still I reach up to this sky to be amazed. I still reach down to the earth for my sustenance.