I was taking a walk the other morning and came upon a new tree emerging from a tree trunk. It was one of those moments where I appreciated new life springing up from a something that used to be alive.
In years to come, how the new tree grow? What will it become? Will the roots grow deep while the old trunk decays? Will it stay small because the host doesn’t have enough nutrients to sustain its growth? Will it grow just right and be able to bend with the wind, stand up to snow and ice, and provide shelter for the small critters? My mind went in a million directions with questions.
I realized as I am writing this, my little tree could be considered a metaphor for life.
With Love, Blessings, and Peace,
~K