My tree is still broken down, but I am considerably less so.
Most of the people who read this will have no idea what I am referring to. When I first posted pics and words about The Broken Down Tree (as it is currently dying and crumbling in a wooded area near my home), Writing The Girl was only getting a couple of hits a day. I think I had, like, two subscribers. I think it is pretty safe to say no one saw my previous posts about this particular subject. Except maybe my best friend and my mom. 😉
The tree in the image above is abstract and mysterious. When I found it about a year ago, I felt bad for this old tree. I pitied it. Once large and majestic, full of life – it now resides somewhere between beauty and rot.
To me, this represents transition – something I could relate to a year ago. I was changing. My life was changing. I started moving towards doing what I wanted to do (writing) instead of what I felt obligated to do (working a thankless job and not writing).
In the beginning of this blogging journey I referenced my “Broken Down Tree” in a few posts, and drew quite a lot of inspiration from it. Yes, the tree haunted me a little bit.
And then life moved along. My blog grew, my professional life improved. I began to find the inspiration I craved in lots of other things. I pushed this tree to back of my brain.
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself walking down a familiar path in the woods. I realised that I was heading back towards that old, dying tree. I got excited and wondered what state I would find it in. I was pleased to see that it was no worse off than the last time I photographed it. That is to say, most of my tree is still standing.
I guess this is how we all want to be when coming out of a difficult, transitional period in life:
Mostly still standing.
Now that I am entering the last few months of my year long, post-a-day marathon of creativity and writing, I thought it was quite fitting that I go back to my tree. You see, I am thankful for this tree and its state of slow motion decay. From it, I found a way to grow.
Change comes in many forms, doesn’t it?