Yes Barbara, Believe that I look out my window right here in Park Slope and see the same branches, waiting. Love your rendition.Love you,Paulette
The aspen is my body - ready to be reborn. I am toally still, vulnerable, bare and open yet within lives all potential. In one moment I "wake up", radiate out, and the potential transforms into warriorshp, over and over again.Thank-you Barbara for such inspiration!Love, Evie
I miss aspen. They are so lovely out west. Here high winds have felled massive old trees. Oddly, they fall without hurting anyone, even an old dog standing nearby.
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