When have you felt like bare branches in winter, and how did you keep going?
I feel like bare branches in winter when I am perplexed by something new I need to figure out. I have no patience for the unknown answers. I want more patience for the unknown answers to bloom. Dormant trees feel so useless. The blooms are so beautiful when they pop out. It is confusing to me when I can’t see the purpose of the rest or the confusion. Growth is beautiful. It is silent until its not. Trees are still beautiful when they are naked and stripped of their life. Are they useless and dead just because they are “naked”? No, they are preparing, planning, calculated time to explode. Their leaves are evidence of their aliveness. Pop, Pop, Pop, Hop, Hop, Hop, Alive Breathing Dancing Skipping We are Alive! Pop, Pop, Pop Celebration! Spring! Yay!