This beautiful old oak tree is the reason I bought the house I live in. This view is out my front window. Having lost my daughter in 2006, this tree (I called it the "tree of life") represented that life goes on and we must rebuild again and again when tragedy interrupts our lives, sometimes in a profoundly difficult way. The tree has been a source of comfort but we just went through a horrific hurricane and as you can see, the tree has been uprooted. It not only uprooted the tree but mirrored parts of myself that once again, was being uprooted and moving me towards rebuilding my life in new ways. Perhaps my source of comfort should just be God. It's only been a couple days so I will give deep thought...
