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The Forest Of Two Trees...revisited
For many years this has been a favorite spot for me to visit in the valley where I live.
For reasons unknown, two trees planted apart, growing beautifully on their own yet still together, unified by the rolling contours of the land, the winter wheat and freshly plowed fields.
It has always puzzled me, "Why so far apart?" This is not the norm for trees in this area whose family and friends are often clustered closer together, in little communities of light and life, drawn safe, secure, and, perhaps, with a sense of like-minded belonging away from the bigger land, which they do seem apart from.
Maybe, though, that theme of being apart is really just a misunderstanding...not said and read correctly. Maybe it has less to do with physical proximity and more to do with, regardless of measured yards or miles, being...A Part Of...something bigger and, of course, exponentially more incomprehensible. Not always needing proximity to still be held close by an entanglement of limbs.
I don't really know.
Maybe it's nothing more than a very quiet, pretty site/sight that calls me back...again and again.
Yet in that call, I will not deny, there is an echo of something very ancient...a lingering memory that simply cannot fade.
The Forest Of Two Trees...revisited
For many years this has been a favorite spot for me to visit in the valley where I live.
For reasons unknown, two trees planted apart, growing beautifully on their own yet still together, unified by the rolling contours of the land, the winter wheat and freshly plowed fields.
It has always puzzled me, "Why so far apart?" This is not the norm for trees in this area whose family and friends are often clustered closer together, in little communities of light and life, drawn safe, secure, and, perhaps, with a sense of like-minded belonging away from the bigger land, which they do seem apart from.
Maybe, though, that theme of being apart is really just a misunderstanding...not said and read correctly. Maybe it has less to do with physical proximity and more to do with, regardless of measured yards or miles, being...A Part Of...something bigger and, of course, exponentially more incomprehensible. Not always needing proximity to still be held close by an entanglement of limbs.
I don't really know.
Maybe it's nothing more than a very quiet, pretty site/sight that calls me back...again and again.
Yet in that call, I will not deny, there is an echo of something very ancient...a lingering memory that simply cannot fade.