If I were a Tree
Saturday, March 29, 2008
If I were a tree, how would my life rings appear?
Would there be thick ones for my happy moments?
Would there be skinny ones for the years when I was weight-appropriate?
Would there be dominant life rings to mark my commitment as a wise woman?
Would there be pregnant life rings for the three living royal rugrats? What about the pregnant life rings for the two babies whose souls left my body and this earth at five-months gestation?
How would the life rings of my clinical depression look? Would those be present as I did not feel connected to the world?
How deep are the roots of my tree?
How deeps should roots be?
Am I am able to move my tree near flowing waters for contentment?
Or do I choose to move to the desert where I must struggle to satisfy my thirst?
Do I even have the option of movement?
Is it I that moves my tree or is it the Gardner of the Universe that wisely tends to my tree?
Do I think my tree is being wisely tended by the Gardner?
Don't I believe that wise would be a very safe comfort zone without conflict or growing pains or disease? Indeed I believe that wise means only peace.
But is peace possible?
Is it possible that peace is a verb rather than a state of being?
So as a tree, do I grow or become stunted?
Do I branch?
Do I protect with my shade? How big are my leaves?
Am I fruitful or am I to serve some other purpose?
Yes, I wonder how my life rings would appear to me and to others.