Last night we had a windstorm like none I had ever been through before. I have been told that winds were gusting to 65 mph where I live. Remarkably, our house came through it unscathed, considering we live next to a dense forest and have very tall trees in our yard.
With everything that is going on in the world now, I ponder the resilience of these old trees that bless my surroundings. The deep roots and strong trunks, that bend as they are pushed by outside forces, yet continue to thrive. What a metaphor to apply to our current state of affairs. I thirst to be like my trees, allowing all of these negative forces and unwanted viruses to blow past me as I stand tall.
Let us all be like trees, silent, strong and patient, standing high with flexibility to see the sun shine again.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
”Art As I See It” is a column by Barbara Mosher In which she provides her insight on the world of art, including thought-inducing commentary, the process of art, and to showcase artists.
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