Trees

Trees are one of my favorite metaphors. The metaphor of trees. One could play with it forever. A lifetime of looking, staring, memorizing tree after tree, limb after limb, size after size, strength, reach, branch, arms, hands, roots....Love it!

And these two I believe are currently my favorite because, of course, of what they mean to me. I literally just went out driving, wherever the car would take me, and I found this back road, that mainly trucks use to avoid the freeways before getting back on the freeways. It is rural and open ( you can tell by the cows that are grazing in between the trees in the distance). Open space to open space. A great break for the eyes and heart from the dirty, crowded, stressful city of Sacramento (after living in the Norwest, Sacramento is all of these things). Open space opens up room inside for relaxation and a sense of freedom.

I didn't notice these now friends of mine at first. It took a couple drives before my eyes could drive straight and look around at the scenery at the same time, but soon I was able to. Soon after that I was able to know where on the long stretch they were so I could stop and take their picture and talk to them and tell them they are noticed, loved, and appreciated and nothing better happen to them so we, or just I, could enjoy them for a lifetime at least. Now I stop whenever I can, and I recently took this picture of them. I knew I wanted the world to love and appreciate them as much as I do. I wanted the world to get lost in the message they had to share with us.

Tree on left is me.

Tree on right is Jesus.

He grows up. I am rooted in Him and kinda grow out, then up, then out. The branches farthest away from Him are the deadest. Closest to Him, the more full of life.

See, metaphors. Beautiful metaphors.