Whimsy Tree

20130512-144746.jpg“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Trees stand as symbols of growth and strength.  In order to grow to a great height they must weather storms, winds, and drought.  They must stand firm in the ground where they are planted and although they sway with the wind, they are not moved.  The strongest trees have survived the toughest storms, they are the ones forced to grow in poor soil and in the harshest environments.  Some trees, like the aspen, grow in great colonies, sharing the same root system.  Working together aspens form a stronger organism than one tree standing alone.. They literally lend their strength one to another to brave the winds and not fall.

It is no surprise that we use trees to represent the family.  From the union of two individuals come children and then grandchildren in an ever spreading canopy reaching to the sky. These families must stand firm against the world to grow strong and support one another during times of trial.  

The whimsy tree pictured above is inspired by similar creations on Pinterest. (For an excellent tutorial go here.) Each stone represents a grandchild of my mother, including my three children.

Happy Mother’s day Mom, thank you for standing firm and planting me and my brother where we can grow tall.  Our roots will forever be connected no matter where we go.

Embracing Imperfection

IMG_1526It’s always hard to start something new, even when it’s something I’ve done before.  My first author blog, My Literary Quest, is geared towards fellow writers. This blog is for everyone who enjoys the written word.  Whether old or new, there is that fear that whatever I write is not good enough.  The temptation to keep erasing and rewriting the first sentence over and over never fades, even when it comes time to post.

There are a rare few people who can write a perfect draft the first try, and I suspect they aren’t human.  Being human is being imperfect and I am reminded daily that I am far from perfect.  Nor would I wish to be.  Perfect is boring.  Steven Monaco said, ““Your imperfections are what make you perfect.”

So here I am, a bundle of imperfections trying to share stories that have to power to transport the reader to another place for a time.  Come join me.