Do you ever think about moss? I hadn’t either really until my solo cabin trip a couple weeks ago…and then I fell in love with it. Just think for a second how amazing moss is. It can grow literally anywhere…even on solid rock. It is green, beautiful, soft…nature’s blanket. It can be really slippery if you need to step on it…so it forces you to slow down…focus…breathe deeper…let Nature in. In my mind, moss is peaceful and serene…untouched…it’s often the only remaining green in the fall once the leaves are on the ground from the trees.
Speaking of trees…do you have a favorite tree? Either an individual tree…one that you have good memories of…or a type of tree. For me, it is birch trees. The white of their bark evokes both peace and sadness. The way their bark peels off gives them a complexity that is fascinating. They are a resilient tree when the wind blows…swaying impossibly far in each direction. They seem like warriors to me.
The Birches
Listening to the breeze
In the trees
Straining to hear the whispers
Of the earth
Birches stand tall and proud
In their nakedness
Unashamed of who they are
Without their leaves
Nature prepares herself for
Certain death
Trusting in the hope of Spring
To resurrect her
And the birches whisper
Strip away your frivolity
Stand proud with us
Spring will come again
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 