Trees...you know how they have quite been almost obsessive in my thinking lately. They and the subject of serenity and time.
It's really not difficult to see how all these topics can swim together in the same pond.
But sometimes I wind up taking a short breath...ahhh...oh my.
An "oh my" breath.
Reading the Overstory (I am almost done) and The Hidden Life of Trees: What they Feel and how they Communicate.
Maria Popova wrote in her blog today about reflections on her year..."patterns emerge--strong women's voices, the healing power of nature, poetry, kindness, unselfish love, friendship, solitude and" (here's where I link in) "and lots and lots and lots of trees--how they illuminate things that help me, and perhaps you, survive. Thrive, even."
There they are again! Just about everywhere. Ah. Oh my.
You may have already read about my stop in Georgia recently when we pulled over for a cup of coffee. While I stood in line the oriental gentlemen (in his 70s maybe) ahead of me fingered a quarter with obvious interest perhaps checking the date. "Is it valuable?" I asked him. He smiled broadly. "No, not this one." After a brief pause he turned to me "but you know what IS valuable? Trees. We are cutting far too many down and not replanting enough." He paused, "I plant a lot of trees". I stood speechless.
Surely some tree paintings are in my future for 2020.