Describe Myself as a Tree

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The oldest individual tree in the world is a 5,066-year-old Great Basin bristlecone pine. It is located in the White Mountains of California.

It’s been a while since I posted, and I think I went through one of my low points in my life, and I sort of threw my hands in the air and did not really care these last 16 days or so about anything. Anyhow, we were given a “Well-being” day at work, and I was just sitting around the house and not really doing anything, so I decided to go ahead and see if I can write about, describing myself as a tree – let us see it goes.

This tree is real. Very, very real. The gigantic man/human-shaped tree actually exists in a forest in Bulgaria.

So, I am sitting at my computer looking at the title of my post but nothing really was coming to mind, on how I could describe myself as a tree. I was thinking maybe a poem would do it, but I mean there are some ideas and feelings that I have, but I am not sure at this point how to put them down on paper. Maybe I just need to start writing and see what I write. The thing is, I consider myself an old tree, with deep roots, a tree that has been through fires, droughts, and so much more. Unfortunately, I was uprooted without warning from everything I knew at an early age. I was brought to a new location where I had to start all over. As a young “Whip” I was left alone and only counted on the kindness of those around me. I continued to grow and became a place where kids would hang up their swings, climb all over, and play hide-in-seek. Birds, squirrels, and other animals and insects made their homes in my branches and trunk.

I am a large tree, with strong roots, and many branches. I stand tall, but now you can see the years starting to show. I might not be the oldest living tree or the most famous tree, but one thing is for sure, I am here ready to protect you from the rain, and wind, and provide a shady spot during the summer months. You can lean on me to read a book or listen to your favorite music. Maybe you wish to show your love to someone special by carving their names on my trunk to remember for all eternity.

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I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend, and I leave you with this thought by Henry James (1843-1916), “Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.”

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Strange but true, I was born in San Salvador, as an abroad US citizen. It sounds strange, but you see, my mother was 5 months pregnant and happen to be visiting San Salvador. She slipped and fell in a pool and well, I was born. I am a twin, but unfortunately, he did not make and I did. My mother’s side of the family happens to be well of, and I had the opportunity to live a nice life early in my childhood. You know, private school, servant, nice home, and vacations. Things change when my mother decided to follow my father to the United States and well, that is where my story begins. I started a blog a while back, but life sort of hit and I left it behind, but now as I am a bit older, I decided I needed an avenue to share my experiences with others, while at the same time allowing me to open up and talk like I am on someone’s couch, I guess you could say. This blog will be more like an open book, created by experiences that I have had throughout my life. Experiences that many could relate to and what I did or how I handled it, you know after the fact. You never know there just might be a piece of information, idea, an option that someone could use and it would help them through the experience. Just remember these are my experiences, things I have been through, work through, and lived through – it does not mean I am right, but it does not mean I am wrong – it is simply an experience.

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