THE NARRATIVE ARC

The Embodiment Of Nature

Or ‘A Tree Is Me; I Am A Tree’

Author’s personal collection

My Body, My Tree Woman, My Soul Nature, I am finding Her. As I let Her grow, I feel my roots move and my limbs put on new buds. There is a pain in growth, an awe, a wonder, a relief, a hope. We are Trees. I am a Tree. You are a Tree.

I am stuck.