Maybe it was me who doctored this photograph, trying to give it an heirloom appearance.
I see a “B” in this tree. Or maybe a “D,” or a sideways “A.”
Or a man, hanging face down with his arms extended, reaching for something on the ground.
Or a lizard with its tail curled up behind it. Or the familiar snake.
Or a tree, twisted by snow and ice, and the deaths of other trees, and by forces I cannot imagine, putting forth the predictable new growth in spring.
What do you see?
I see my pain. That’s how my heart feels. Torn away from itself, mis-understood, broken. Edited for show and tell. It’s a beautiful photo, but sad.
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Love that phrase — “edited for show and tell”!
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I see Chinese calligraphy. Wonder what is says? I suspect it is a msg from The Great Mother to stay on the path, to continue the journey. All is coming.
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