We had a evening on South Beach
that was relaxing. A beautiful family moment. They come
sometimes at the end of a long day, sneaking up and
then pouncing on your heart. A fine time where we're
all apart of eachother, the same thread. A working unit.
A single cell. A rain drop. A welcome break from the
road, just soft sand, cotton candy sky, ice blue ocean,
us, and art deco touches all around. It was dandy.
One night, after the kids were
asleep, we were still looking around 10pm or so for
houses, we came to the end of a street in the North
Grove area, in our headlights was a tree. We weren't
sure at first that it could be real!!! Well, I don't
know what kind it is, but I'm going to find out! Oh
my god! I've never seen anything like it! We stopped,
and Mike got out first and walked to it and around it,
he touched it, the smell was just short of overpowering,
it dropped some kind of flower that was a weird pungent.
Like sweet repulsion. It had roots that were about 7
feet tall, smooth, solid like walls, and they gracefully
for about 15 feet each way descended into the soil below.
Mike came back, and said you
have to go touch it! So, I got out apprehensively &
excitedly, you know what I mean some trees just have
that power when you face them, they stare you down.
I stepped on the carpet of wet blossoms releasing more
of their tricky scent, and made my way to these roots
that completely dwarfed me! I looked up and down, and
around, feeling the life force before I even felt the
bark. I put my hand on it, and withdrew it immediately,
it felt like if you touched it, it would own you forever!
It was so weird! It was smooth and so unbelievable.
I felt hard the human condition
and how mother nature...her children the foliage &
her insects & her animals were just so it...forever
(or as much as I could perceive forever to be.) And
as grand as we feel we are here, we're really just so
little, such a brief amount of time and space we inhabit.
It was prehistoric, ancient, and gifted with unending
strength and stamina. I realized the trees I've seen
in my lifetime must be at the most a hundred or so years
old. A blink compared to this tree. This tree was an
arm of existence, and I was just a slight breath, a
second, a blossom drop, a cell, finished...and it was
eternity. I turned my back wearily and returned to the
car. I said to Mike "wow," not breaking my
stare at its grandeur. We drove away in silent wonder
and I knew that I'd just left a part of myself there
in awe.
So, still not a physical address.
Just a mental one. I'll keep you posted, I promise.
Much admiration & appreciation for the time and
space you inhabit.
My world is better because of you, your love, your light,
your inner strength, your grace, your beauty.
