Once again the TWR, Atticus and I are on an adventure. I needed some writing time and Atticus needed longer and more uninterrupted naps. Last week would have been me and the Hubs’ 49th Wedding Anniversary. As is my custom, I try to find my way to Door County to remember ‘us’. This was a spot we celebrated every year, sometimes camping, sometimes in a little B & B or the last few years we were gifted time in some dear friends’ condo. For whatever reason, I seem to need to continue the tradition, minus the Hubs.
He would have loved the picture that is posted with this blog. I took it just a few hours ago. Atticus and I were on our morning walk along the shores of Lake Michigan when these two cedar trees caught my attention. Notice their roots, how intertwined they are. Notice how they perfectly frame the shore. You can’t tell it, but they were quite tall and creaked in the stiff, cold breeze coming off the lake. They seemed to be talking to each like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I could get all sappy and say these trees represent Gary and I. Yada, Yada, Blah, Blah, Blah. To be honest, I did think that as I stood mesmerized by the sights and sounds around me. But, after a moment or two, I began to see something bigger than just Gary and I. I saw a metaphor of who we are all suppose to be. Do you see it?
Intertwined. Stoic. Facing forward. In awe of something greater than ourselves. Beauty. Strength. Permanence. Commitment. Trust. Care. Created.
We are living in unprecedented times. We are weary of it. We have lost so much. Yet, we have discovered our own silver linings along the way. Our roots are intertwined. We do not stand alone.
What do you see? What are the great cedars whispering to you?
Be well. Be safe. Be there.