I am always amazed by the energy of trees. I am amazed by their tenacity and their persistence; especially those in the most unlikely places - on a precipice, in only a small toehold of earth or even a planter removed from the rest of the ground - detached and sequestered from its brethren arboretum. Even as dry and parched as the earth has become tiny leaves burst forth from tiny fingers of delicate branches and a field of green shades a small patch of the thirsty earth near the EarthGift soap studio.
|Smoldering fires persist in the central New Mexico mountains|
from downed power lines and dry lightening strikes.
My job is to reflect that process. I must find my center and bring myself to my own balance - literally and metaphorically. I wonder, do I internally have my own scorched earth; my own places of inundation from mental tornadoes and emotional hurricanes, my own internally razed landscapes?
There is extreme weather inside and out. This is where a discipline of spirit and faith of the unseen serve me best. I love the quote from a recent movie. "Everything will be all right in the end. And if it is not all right, it is not yet the end."
We live to bathe another day.