Is it just me or is anyone else really confused how a seemingly dead tree, a mere stump, can send up shoots of new life. Essentially, new trees growing out of the bones of the old one. There are no seeds or acorns around it to germinate, just the stump standing in defiance of the death that became its mighty boughs. I’m writing this as I watch my neighbor across the street weed eat around an old red oak stump that she had cut down a couple years ago. There are, or rather there were, saplings sprouting all around the base of the former tree. This leads me to think that despite the glorious parts of the tree we saw above ground, the roots are where the life resides. Perhaps there are parts of us too that are so deep within us waiting to grow that couldn’t have flourished prior to a traumatic “pruning” event.
Love this so much! It speaks to me on so many levels! Thank you for sharing!!!
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