I’ve always had an affinity for trees. They seem so wise and magical. They are rooted in the earth while reaching into the sky, the perfect blend of physical and spiritual. They embody what I long for in my life. I wrote some time ago (full post here) of a summer thunderstorm and how the trees gyrate in ecstasy with the winds, reveling in the chaos even though it may be their demise.
There’s a wildness in me that longs to dance with the wind the way the trees do. That longing is what I tried to capture in the image. Oh, the freedom of that! To simply sway and bend – perhaps even be lifted up into flight. To be in the dance instead of on the sidelines trying to choreograph. To just BE. To dance with the wind . . .