I participated in a guided meditation. She asked us to envision a tree, and all the details of that tree: the season, the landscape, the bark, the limbs, the leaves, the wind through the leaves.When the meditation was over, she said the tree represented our selves, our soul.
I had envisioned the stark, bare branches of a long dead tree in a barren, windswept western landscape. One of the most beautiful things in the world to me.
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