Ponderosa is pretty beautiful
Even when she is sick, she still has spirit.
Even when it’s really not the best day for her.
Sickness isn’t the end of renewal.
Or even of light.
Or beauty.
But if the tree of this land is ill, what does it say of her people?
Are we ill as well?
Is it time to drop whole planetary worlds into the grass and let them grow?
Isn’t the grass the sun itself?
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Insightful and well said, as always, Harold.
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Thanks. I wonder why she is feeling poorly.
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so beautiful, so beautiful! Thank you, Love, nia
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This is a wonderful tree, and so ancient. When you meet one, with her orange bark that breaks apart into magical symbols and shapes, a whole language to read with the eye and the fingers, you suddenly step back a hundred million years in time. They are so aware.
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