Let me tell you about the giant tree that lives by the moody river. He has been there for as long as anyone could remember. He had been there when the first camera came this deep into the mountains. In the oldest pictures too, it looks like he had already been there forever. He is old, the river young and moody, although she too had been there for a long long time… perhaps much longer than the tree… He’d lived thorough her rage, more than just a few times. He listens to her gurgling song over and over. She is his meditation, rather his very condition of existence. What a gigantic, awesome creature! He has come to peace with her moods. Many have come to live in the cool shade of his quiet demeanour, and strong perch of his thick boughs. The wind is heavy with her fickle aspirations, but light to his moving leaves. This is not a love story. It is what it is.
We went trekking. A week in forest and mountain grasslands. It was difficult on the body, but quite enriching…
This is beautiful! I loved the personification of the tree and river and the imagery. I felt like I was really there. well done!
Thank you. 🙂
I curled under the tree. i dropped my shoulder in the swirling water. -nice feelings.
We make our own good fortune, don’t we? thank you for sharing yours.
Hello dear angel in the dust. Under the tree is such a beautiful place to be.
We make our own good fortune… hmm… I will have to spend some time with that one…
Thank you for being here. Always a pleasure to hear from you. 🙂
Wonderful tribute to those relationships that occur all around us!
Hello. I am really glad you like it. 🙂
Thank you, Melanie.