Searching for a self-seeded conifer on the woodland margins, I realised that the ‘perfect’ tree is an illusion.
We cannot define the ideal tree by its balance and dimensions because this replicable approach is unreal.
Each tree grows where it is planted or seeded. It responds to its total environment in a way that shapes how it develops.
Its ‘imperfections’ are its character and an astonishing demonstration of its resilience.
And the one we choose to adorn our hall needs to fit here, in this space, which means branches to the front and sides, not the back.
Yet how often do we view ourselves and each other against an inappropriate ideal?
Instead, let’s flourish where we are planted.
~ It’s not always this dark… just in the late afternoon.