There is a pine tree on the golf course across the road where I live. I remember the day it was planted some 35 years ago. I was 9 years old with a new Golden Retriever puppy and given the grown up responsibly of walking her. I would take her to that tree, and let her off the leash to swim in the river while I climbed up one of the wobbly branches to play and watch her. This is how life flew though my childhood summers…walking to that tree with a romp in my step and a smile in my heart.
Now that I am older with 3 dogs and 3 children, grown up responsibilities fill my days, the seasons test even the heartiest winter lovers, and some days the walk is a chore. However, a small miracle occurs at that pine tree. I can no longer climb it, and it is much to big to put my arms around; but instinctively, my hand reaches out to touch the huge trunk. Upon touching, a warm flow of energy goes up my arm to my heart, and I smile quite unintentionally.
You see, that tree is me.
The once flexible branches, are no longer able to bend on a whim with the wind. Where the outside was once smooth and soft, weathered lines appear on the thickening bark. Yet in the harshest of winters, the roots have been nurtured, growing deep and strong. As the tree grew bigger, it too took on more responsibility; providing a warm shelter, restful shade, and happiness for the creatures who come in contact with it. If we could see the rings, we would know the inside has not died or changed; it still radiates with pure childlike love.
Peace, Megan
Treewhispers 
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