i will be a tree
i will survive this winter. i will help others survive. i need the help of others to survive this winter. on the surface i might look dead, but underneath I’m sweating, waiting, whispering. my roots touch yours, share precious energy, communicate blindly, naked, desperate.
(originally posted in response to a post my friend wrote at his blog on tribe.net here. i am not normally a tree, but lately i’m not feeling like i’m functioning very well as a mammal. maybe if i just plant myself in the right soil, i’ll grow wiser naturally.)
