Over a decade ago, the movements of this album merged with the whispers of ocean waves as they brushed across my feet. I felt and heard and tasted the dreams that emerged. Glorious moments born of these glorious movements. Still today.
This is not just a tree.
This is Her tree.
Other acts of bravery have followed,
but nestled securely in the bend of the branch,
scared and exhilarated, three feet above the ground
exclaiming “I can do it!”
as the grip on her mommy’s hands loosened,
this was her first.
Her tree has served her well. It has been
sanctuary, leaves shadowing her on her perch;
Counselor, holding her hopes, dreams, woes,
quietly listening, leaves softly rustling in response,
offering comfort and protection.
Her tree mirrors her beauty, the rich color and
steadfast majestic growth of the tree reflected in Her
brilliant eyes, strong shoulders, far reaching limbs.
Each sway in the wind; both remain rooted in love.