Uprooted. The word has been tossed around here and I kept it in my mind.
There must have been a big wind here not so long ago. Big tree toppled, still here, never cleared or moved. Close to the house but they all fell "away". It's how the wind moves through here. You can see the pattern in how the trees grow. How beautiful to just see this. Uprooted. How it just seems part of the going. Not an interruption. I am not sure I want to interfere. I am in it. Here. Now witness to new teaching by trees. I want to go sit. Right there.
Came across this batik, loving it in sympathy with thoughts of uprooted. Just looking, but inspired to act.
