Monday, October 6, 2008

When a seed is planted a tree may grow

Every life has it's journey... Each person affects the path I walk. Friends, family they shape me still, even as I age, mature, make decisions for myself.
It's taken a long time for me to learn to walk my own path and not rely on others opinions, approval and ideals so much.

I am a complicated woman in an ever simplifying, instant gratification seeking world.

I've met three... I've wondered if they know I think in terms of trees... they will now... He is her Master... her sun and rain... He tends her well and nurtures her like the wonder she is... She is *sigh*... she is a lightening touched maple... her arms open wide like full branches of crimson and fire orange... it's dazzling really... I look forward to the nights under the stars I might kneel and look up in wonder, stretching my arms up with curious fingers.. tracing, if She allows; the marks from the blade that saved her.

My third... my hopeful... an oak... at least for now it is what I see in the fog of distance and wishful thinking... Tall, steady, learned... more on the oak when the mist lifts and I am able to climb to the top and rest in the limbs.

Another journey begins soon... two paths; running parallel to one another...


1 comment:

J3 and his slut Wendy said...

Smiling at you...you write beautifully