This picture on the internet spoke right to me.
This tree is who I am.
This tree perched on a rough, barren, mountainous outcrop. Steady at the base, but weathered and bent in odd angles at the top. Yet, signs of life burst forth, the tiny leaves show. In the waning light, you wonder if the gaping hole betrays an emptiness inside. And that little bird? That's Vera, the little 燕子 or "yen" zi (sparrow) that will grow wings and take flight some day.
4 comments:
I like your writing, it's so touched! Then the mountain is your husband on whom you are standing firmly...:-) with love, Laura
Profound....I think you spoke of many of us while sharing your intermost feeling...
Have enjoyed the glimpse into your life with its challenges and joys. And I love the picture of the tree with its interpretation. I do have a question that I'd like to ask in a more private conversation. Could you please email me? jaby@stanford.edu. -Janelle Aby
Aw...You, your husband and Daen are the most wonderful guardians of the beautiful, delicate little birdie. Hugs.
Kay
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