I love this tree-a fews years ago I made a trip to St. Louis and this is what I saw. Coming from Arizona we don’t get the chance to see this type of beauty-very rarely. It reminded me of a tree my great grandmother had, she lived in California where the foliage is impeccably beautiful and probably taken for granted.
I’ve begun to live my life quite like a tree. I understand now there are season’s of change and each one has it’s own individual worth. I stopped fearing the leaves falling off, or the bare branches much like my head was once bald from the poison of chemo therapy it grew back. I understand now that spring will come, that summer also will come–that this is all a part of my journey of living.