Zander used to complain that my "love letters" to him were not love letters at all, but just flowery felicitation on the most recent landscape I was swooning over. To me, though, nature, especially trees, are my love language.
As a kid I was lucky enough to land in an outdoorsys Girl Scouts troop. We tramped all over Arizona and it was out there that I felt a spirit. I thought it was the ghosts of the people who dwelled there before us, or an actual spirit of a tree or if I put out the right vibe I could communicate with the animals (I think thats just Disney's fault. Cruel world). I was a tad off, but I was determined that I would connect to this spirit. I tried all sorts of magic to get the wild to reveal itself to me. None of my tactics worked. Hmpf. But I still felt something out there. Turns out, its Jesus. It was Him all along breathing life, wonder and mystery into the earth. The answer to my searching has only fueled my love for trees.
Meet Takashi Kobayashi & his buddy Pete Nelson. My kindred spirits.
Petefeatured Taka on one of his Treehouse Master episodes. I cried as these guys wrapped themselves in a hug around a tree branch and bonded by feeling the tree sway in the breeze. haha. There are other grown ups out there like me, but way cooler. They giggled and squealed and are some of the cutest people on the planet to me. Pure darlings.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Honestly, I constantly struggle with coveting. It doesn't matter that social media allows people to plaster their 2 dimensional selves on our internet windows. It serves a purpose, but if its the only window I look out of all day, I don't see the real you walking by or the real sun shining. The internet, a labyrinth with tiny portions of our selves, fragmented thoughts, 1 second images void of scent, sound, touch, but our brain sees it and fills in those gaps. I can get lost in the endless tunnels of information and images, its fun! But its dank and dark and I'm walking alone. I look around and it appears the two dimensional you crossed everything off their bucket list last weekend. Thus I covet and its even more pathetic than that, because I'm jealous of the paper doll version of you. To me, everyday you get up and walk barefoot in paradise. I do know two people, though, with vision so pure they cannot even compute what it means to compare. They play in green pastures.
Thursday, July 03, 2014
the two people e walking by didn't notice her at first.
"oh my! theres a baby! I thought she was a yellow blade of grass"
when papa placed her in the irrigation, she immediately froze in this position. only her eyes flickered in the frail summer wind. a fleck of sunshine that managed to hide in the dappled shade of a Chinese elm.