a story of uprooted identity and palm trees

A Story Of Uprooted Identity

Sometimes, I can’t help but feel sorry for uprooted trees, even if they are simply waiting for a plant lover to put them in a more permanent place. Trees are wired to root deeply into things, and having such roots exposed and unattached seems like it would be a scary and raw thing.

I mean, if trees had feelings. Continue reading “A Story Of Uprooted Identity”

bold as lions

lions to fight and mountains to climb

I’ve stood on a battlefield, staring down a roaring lion, glimpsing the mountains in the background. I’ve stood in that moment and realized that there’s a fight to be had and a long trek ahead.

And that’s before I even opened my eyes to turn off the agitating alarm telling me to begin the day. Continue reading “lions to fight and mountains to climb”