Hill Tree

This is a tree that's set quite a distance off of Running Hill Road. It caught my eye back a few years, while taking a quick trip to the Maine Mall. Now, I look for it throughout the seasons, when I'm traveling that route headed towards the city. It's most dynamic in autumn and winter as you might imagine. Each time I venture by it in spring, it's bare. It's bare. Then all of a sudden it seems to have exploded. It's hard to catch. In summer, it's almost camouflaged by tall grass and an overwhelming backdrop of the woods. You see, I like the familiar. I think we all do. Those places, faces and memories. They make us feel safe and secure and anchored. I got thinking about this as we all contemplated 'what we would miss most' on our theme day assignment. There are so many small pieces of our worlds, that we pass by each day, that are truly integral in our lives. Some like family, friends, homes, jobs and creative outlets are 'rocks' in our existence. Yet, there are other parts that seem insignificant until we examine the role they play in that jigsaw puzzle that we call US.
Examine your anchors.
You might be surprised.