Tuesday, August 12, 2008
When a tree goes down it is usually quite a cataclysmic affair. Lightning, fire, even old age. This tree's heart has decayed. Its death starting from the inside. It lived a full life. Many burls on its trunk. The sound of it coming down must have shook all around it.
Today was the perfect day for me to find this treeheart on my walk. I have been reading a book about aging. Last night I read a passage that says most people close up their hearts because of fear. Fear of the magnitude of their feelings.
Fear of the magnitude of their feelings. When I found this tree those words rang in me like a bell. Then it started to rain.
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