I am horribly limited

Beyond Woods

"Strange isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the page become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are.” ~ Erin Morgernstern, The Starless Sea

Roaring thunder or distant rumble? | jonaspiontek

(inspired by this post.)

good posture is ideal but not always possible. if you must slouch and let your branch-arms wave and sway in the wind, make sure that your boughs are flowering, blooming, and bright. it would be rather mortifying to let bare branches be the first thing people notice about you! make your arms and hands full of skill, the way mine are full of flowers.

carry things ever so gently in your arms. when birds want to make a home of you, let them. hold flowers as though they are very precious.

wrinkles are dignified, just like the textured grain of tree-bark. they are a sign of steadiness and the strength to weather the weather. be proud of them.

when you meet a tree with a hundred visible rings, are you not excited to count them all? do not fear aging, little human. every year added to your life makes it all the more specifically special.

there is no need to compare your beauty to other trees. to do so is to strip yourself of your graces and your tree-bark. whisper to other humans like i whisper to other trees. talk to them. solidarity between trees is inevitable and unquestioned. could humans learn from that?

you need strong roots to grow tall! little human, wear sturdy shoes with good soles. as a tree it is very important to me that you stand on a strong foundation.

just like how one tree flowers the same coloured flowers, find your beauty and style signatures and stick to it.

trees are ultimately kind.

trees are ultimately given more to action than words.

trees carry on.

trees continue.

beauty is in continuance, little human.