I love trees. But you knew that already. The other day I was in Old Torrance, visiting Momen+ and drooling over very expensive fabrics. As I stepped out of the car to meet my friend, I saw this tree.
Or rather I saw this scar on a tree.
Isn't it lovely?
But even more...
I look at it and the poet in me sees a heart in the place where pain occurred.
An entire limb is lost and what remains is beauty
I have been through a lot lately.
I want my scars to make me more beautiful.