I think it's impossible to capture the grandeur of an oak tree in a photograph. You'll have to trust me. These tangled branches of the Cummer Oak in Jacksonville, Florida are far-reaching. They extend towards blue and they plunge back into the earth, root themselves where they began.
Trees are my favorite, favorite. I love them. The way they reach, it's like racing towards a dream. A kind of restless hunger. I have it too.
It's a new year and, like the goddess statue below, my hunt points toward the moon. I've never been good at resolutions so I make only one each year. Some years I meet the goal. Some years I don't. But, each year, January comes and I make it mine again:
Write a book.
It's my forever-goal. It's my version of dreaming.
Happy New Year to all my friends here. Keep your dreams tall.
LOVE both pictures, but especially this second one.
ReplyDeleteWrite a book = a worthy goal.
You will do it. I believe in you! The timing matters not. :)
ReplyDeleteCatherine Denton
Good one. Because when you write the book, I will read it :) Happy New Year!
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