I see a tree. A calm, ethereal entity. It is infused with a bluish white light. Its trunk is wide and firmly rooted to the ground. I’ve heard that when a person draws a tree, it’s actually a self-portrait. I learned this when someone commented on the drawing of a tree I made. They said that the branches did not extend very far, and that meant I was withdrawn. There was a hole in the tree, and they said it meant I was wounded. This tree is different; it is the tree that has always been.
Photo credit: Ricardo Wang
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