What’s the difference between you and this tree?

Lots, right?

Sure. But, not really.

Air, food, water; you both need all of those. Love? Yup. That, too. Trees get Love – from the sun, the birds and most of all, Mother Earth. You and that tree are a lot the same. With unequivocation, above all, you’re both part of the universe and that’s the connection we all share, with everything. We look different, but we’re not different.

I’d venture to say that tree is all about the now. All about doing what it needs to do, to be exactly what it is; a tree. It doesn’t agonize about the past, fret about the future or try to be something it’s not.

And, based upon that photo, it doesn’t much look like that tree will let anything stand in its way of being a tree.

It’s giving up and not giving up all at the same time.

We’re here, on Mother Earth, to be Love. This I know. It’s part of my truth. I can choose that truth or I can choose to shroud it with whatever allure that suits me. It’s entirely within my ability to give up the idea that I’m anything but Love and to never give up trying to be Love. We cloak ourselves in jobs, appearance, status, wealth; everything and anything you could think of. When, all it really is, is Love.

Like the tree, that will push its way through dozens of feet of rock to be a tree, we too, need to push ourselves through the layers of misdirection convincing us we are not Love. Like the tree, never giving up to plant its roots through the rock, we too, must continue to push our way through whatever it is that takes our focus away from being Love.

The tree, with its basic and beautiful intelligence, knows it’s a tree. It wants to be a tree. And us, theoretically, far superior in “intelligence”, we are lost. We push away our truth to be Love.

We can become a product of our environment and seemingly fade into the shadows, or we can create an environment that is a product of us and grow towards the light.

If that tree had never conquered the rock and there was no such landscape to see, the world, I’m certain, would keep turning. But, it created such beauty that I was compelled to share it. You are no different. You are the creation of beauty waiting for you to share it.

Be Love.

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