This healthy, vibrant cherry tree grows near the edge of our property. This wasn't the spot it first extended its roots. A Father's Day gift to my husband; numerous shrubs, fruit trees, and berry bushes given as gifts throughout the years. After all, what else to give a man who wants for nothing, has not just a green-thumb but an entire green-hand, and talks to trees?
This tree originally shared space near apple trees on the front lawn. Life-trees, where buried placentas from my children's births nurture their trees...the cycle continuing. The tree withstood a year of hardship from deer ravaging her trunk. The assumption, she was too severely damaged to save. Poor tree didn't stand a chance; moved to the edge of the property, to most likely continue the dying process.
Two years later, this little cherry tree that seemed damaged, stressed, and too far gone, is thriving. Each year, at the edge of the property, she branches out, and presents red, juicy, cherries, proving us wrong.
Life has the tendency to bend our branches, and bruise our bodies.
Stand in the forest.
Duck from lightning.
Bleed sap on your scrapes.
Honor the scars.
Becky Widschwenter- Mindful Movement with Becky