Anything I’ve ever done that ultimately was worthwhile… initially scared me to death. ~Betty Bender
I study trees a lot. I’m fascinated with the way they overcome adversity. They are experts at self healing. They can be scarred with holes, knots, and fungus. Still they carry on. I admire their scars for the strength they show.
I admire the way they hang on.
Even when they’re knocked down, they repurpose. They become a home for other beings. An interesting part of the landscape.
I study every line, every variation in bark, the way the light filters through the branches.
Even the Brew Babes have started to contemplate the wonder of it all.
I want to understand how this works — this being scarred, but still growing.
I’ve been doing some scary stuff lately. Scary for me anyway. Stuff where I might look stupid. Stuff where I might be rejected. Stuff that is not completely thought out. Stuff that is a bit outside my everyday realm and I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.
And you know what? I’m excited! I think I’m even okay with rejection. It means I’m trying, which is better than playing it safe.