The Holding Roots

The wizened branches of a leaf-barren tree matted thick with debris from years of standing in the ever-changing wind, keeping its mark between the long-faded gray grasses and a dark-cloud sky, and somehow I understood its post, waiting, fallow, strong but aged, a life-lived, but still some memories to come,  mature roots holding it inContinue reading “The Holding Roots”

Chasing Butterflies

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou Sometimes we chase butterflies, attracted to the finished bloom of wing, the sweet flutter of refined beauty,  the canvas completed, the masterpiece; but there is change and hard work  that mustContinue reading “Chasing Butterflies”