Posted in Inspiration, Mother nature

Barren but strong 

I have seen this barren tree for many years along one of my favorite places. Death has stripped all the color away and like a pale ghost, it’s color is visible from afar and you can’t miss it. I imagine what it might have looked like during its prime as I watch the long limbs still stretching out like ghostly arms and fingers. I notice the top broken off and I can’t help but wonder if my barren friend was killed by lightning. I realize that I always photograph it anew and it’s fascinating for me to see in person. I feel that despite the pictures, I want to pay it further homage with verbalizing my thoughts in a little poem tonight. I’m not sure what it is, but it draws me in as I sit still and listen to it’s story. Tonight I played around with this picture, hoping to give it a more ominous feel and highlight the contrast between the life and death I see within this frame. And after all the battles, good ole “Barren” has fought, after all the life that has escaped him to leave him unproductive, one thing is certain and that is that he is still around and remains standing. Maybe not in his original condition but in a new, unique and beautiful version, he remains firmly grounded in his rightful place. 
Stripped of vegetation and devoid of life, 

Barren he stands.

Incapable to produce, sterile of luscious greens, 

Barren he stands. 

Surrounded by life, but dead to the core,

Barren he stands. 

Still facing the storms, embracing the sun,

Barren he stands. 

And year after year when everything is done, 

“Barren” still stands,  deeply rooted and strong. 



I'm a dreamer and hopeless romantic who believes that there is always a silver lining to everything. Now, inspired by the simple life, I have learned that less is more and that we find magic all around us if we take the time to notice. Life is a journey and a process that is ever changing. We are constantly evolving in the matter of who we are as we align our stars and shed a past no longer in line with our highest self. I don't easily fit conventional norms, not because I'm a rebel, but because of resenting the pull that threatens to take me away from my true beliefs and my unique personal identity. I support the power of "Choice" and the ability for us to be the architects of our own lives. Some of these choices should have something a little wild about them as they form the moments that forever stay edged in our memory and make our hearts beat with wonder. Nobody will remember the ordinary. For myself, I'm a warrior who has fallen many times, who has gone through trails an tribulations and who is no stranger to adversity. After all, my choice remains clear, to get back up and stand stronger than ever. To recognize that it often takes our darkest moments to mold us into who we were meant to be. I have learned to trust the process and stay positive through the challenges. I trust it to be the only way to prevent my heart from hardening and allowing bitterness to creep in. I believe in the power of "NOW" as it is the only moment we truly ever have. The past is gone, unchangeable and the future hasn't happened yet. All we can impact is the current moment. Everything starts with a choice and hopefully with one that has something wild about it and may even scare you to death to execute. DO IT...I promise you won't regret it. This blog is my voice to share my Journey. If I could describe this adventure in short, I would call it "Spiritual awakening" with a yearning for "Freedom" and going after the things that truly matter. To seek a less complicated life that is stripped down from the many obligations and responsibilities that often tie us down. For me it is a life free of rules and regulations, one that allows me to escape the must expectations while jumping off the hamster wheel that is spinning faster all the time. To be on my own time and live each day to the fullest, to make it all slow down by banishing routine and unleashing my creativity/artistic values in an effort to entertain whatever subject comes to mind. And if lucky, to perhaps offer a different view to my readers, one that speaks to your soul vs. the demands of what society might expect. It is one that empowers you to be your unique self and follow the beat of your own drum. I am dreaming big as I trail blaze the path to a new life and becoming a storyteller. I find my inspiration in the little things in life, in Mother Nature and on the trail that provides the adventures and the backdrop for a book someday. My hope is to inspire "Courage" in others who might find themselves on the brink of taking that first step. This blog serves as a foundation for my collection of personal thoughts, opinions and experiences and by no means am I an expert on any topics mentioned. To my readers I would say that the universe connects us by a common thread, we all search and we all have something to say. We don't always have to meet in person to share a strong bond and people enter our path for a reason. Some stay for a short time and serve their purpose, while others teach us a lesson and help us become stronger through experience. And a few special ones remain as the treasures we hold dear over a lifetime and touch our hearts beyond means. In whatever way we are meant to be, I thank you for crossing my path and for stopping by. I hope that I have left you inspired, full of wonder and with a few "Wild Choices" to make....Hugs XO

8 thoughts on “Barren but strong 

  1. This is so lovely! Your repetition of the phrase “Barren he stands” is extremely powerful and effective in this poem. And I love it that three-fourths of of the poem describes the difficulties the tree has weathered, and then we find that his barrenness has made him rooted and strong. It is a surprising and encouraging ending.

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    1. I Shelly, thank you so much for your kind words. I appreciate you and your input and I’m happy you enjoyed the message of this post. I once won a photo contest with a picture of a weed. Something most would ignore, not even notice and not give a second thought to. Ever since I find myself giving new life to those kind of things, a weed, a dead tree, things forgotten, to let them shine once more by reflecting their beauty and bringing them back into the spotlight. Thank you very much dear.


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