Begin with a space. Create a clear canvas of a space on which to dream and transfer life.
Space to dance and doodle, to exist free of obligations and expectations.
Breathe into this space. We can breathe like trees do, transforming the intake into something even more spectacular once we’re done with it.
Gather the gifts of kind friends, the thrift-store finds, the leftovers in the back of the closet. Gather the sticks and bark and twigs.
Consider—thoughtfully. Or haphazardly dive in.
Trees grow a ring every year, even if it doesn’t look like much. Keep growing.
Let the light shine in.
The light of our souls, of coloured plastic obscuring LED techonology, of the sunshine through the windows.
Because trees need light to grow.
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Editor: Renée Picard
Images: via author