beauty in imperfection

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful. — Alice Walker

delta lonely tree

In the Mississippi Delta, you’ll often find some huge old trees that seem to just barely be hanging on to the last vestiges of life, worn ragged by the nature it is a part of. and in finding one of these big old granddaddy trees, you find that thing that you’ve been looking for. that thing that verifies that yep, that is one big ugly scarred up, bent and twisted old tree, but he is beautiful nonetheless. his strength, uniqueness, independence, loneliness, steadfastness…..they all build up his beauty. and so, too, it must mean for us as well. those things that we are weathered by may just be the very things that give us true beauty.

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One Response to beauty in imperfection

  1. Jaymie says:

    I love trees – the way they look, especially in winter, like they are trying to grab air and supply the earth. The idea that roots mimic the branches is also fascinating to me. Such a wonderful analogy for life. In spring they are viable and can be trained to grow around things – like a child. In summer they are sturdy and seem to speak loudly when breezes rustle through leaves. Autumn brings the dropping of extra leaves like dropping the leaves of pretense in the autumn of our years. In winter we notice the carved messages on trunks like the lasting messages carved in hearts as we wind down. Breathing in air and exhaling nutrients of knowledge to our descendants. I really love trees.

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