if my hangnails were trees...

a blog about people and trees and how we're all connected

if my hangnails were trees…

the skin perched on my fingertips would challenge the notion how forests grow.

because she’ll take your breath away.
happy earth day.

because she’ll take your breath away.

happy earth day.

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because sometimes we get tired of trying.

because sometimes we get tired of trying.

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may we always write with more than just our words.
 

may we always write with more than just our words.

 

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because anything can happen.

because anything can happen.

never settle for a view less than what you deserve.

never settle for a view less than what you deserve.

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because sometimes we need a cup of sun.

because sometimes we need a cup of sun.

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because time pays off.

during the past 3 months i have spent much needed peace in Calgary, Alberta- a lovely city that has the honor of seeing the Rockies first thing at dawn and lastly as her eyes close from a long day of doing.  

after a marriage has ended, the trip was deserved and made to last in my heart; it will always last in my heart.

and as i spend my last few days here, i am making certain to spoil my eyes with the peaks and valleys of the mountains of which i’ve grown so fond.  i’m constantly in awe of their magnificence.  like trees, they are never in any rush to get to another decade or geological period: they know greatness pays off best with a bit of time.  and i’ve been certain to give myself all the time i need.  from 4.5 billion years of earthly evolution to 25 years of bodily growth- i have changed, and i aim to be as great as the mountain tops or the trees that are lucky enough to grow on their cliffs. 

-em

because i’m back and i’ve brought the mountains with me.

because i’m back and i’ve brought the mountains with me.

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… and at once i knew i was not magnificent:
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice),
i could see for miles, miles, miles.

Holocene, Bon Iver

 

if my hangnails were trees…

their branches would aim to reach nothing less than the Moon’s dream to escape Earth’s mighty grasp & their roots wouldn’t hesitate to embrace the entirety of my hope to leave the confines of society’s treacherous pull.

TREE HOUSE
A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house, Be sure and wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all— Let’s go live in a tree house.

TREE HOUSE

A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.

A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all—
Let’s go live in a tree house.

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