The Mother Tree
Born from a seed dropped by the wind or maybe a passing bird, I took root with no real idea of how I would become the tree I am today. I grew slowly, but without others nearby, the sun and I developed such a bond that we are still reaching for each other’s arms. Year after year and layer after layer, my trunk has taken shape. Limbs stretch in all directions, and the number of cones I drop is a miracle to behold! Even my name has changed over time, from Cathedral Tree to Mother Tree. This makes me smile, although what I am called cannot describe my true nature any more than it can yours. What I love is the feel of feet circling around underneath my boughs. As I am swaying in the air or standing quietly in silence, I know that my beauty and presence give others life. I can feel this energy flowing, and in fact, there is no stopping it, no matter what form I take next. I will always be my true self, once a stately Douglas Fir, but always me.