Tree Woman

It is time for me to finally

become that tree I’ve longed to be.

To let my roots grow deep and strong,

to raise my branches to the sun.

I cannot be a shield or home,

or hide in walls of brick and stone.

It is time for me to stop and see

the frailty of things unlike me.

I will not be felled or chopped

into pieces that you can use.

I will not be told that I am not

a woman of strength and value.

I will grow tall.

I will grow strong.

My strength is beautiful,

and my beauty shines in love.

Love for you, the hurting.

Love for you, the strong.

Love for my creator,

his spirit and his son.

Finally, slowly, timidly

this love returns for me.

It finds me hurting.

It finds me strong.

It finds me.

Me, the tree woman, tall and strong.

Me, with branches that reach the sun.

A tree to hold safe secrets,

and a place to hide away.

Connections, or Why I'd be an Excellent Time Lady

One of the most important things to know about me is that I thrive on connections. I love definitions, I love analogies, I love relationships, and I love time travel. Definitions shape the words they define, and the words in turn shape their definitions. Analogies bridge the gap between words and life. Relationships connect people. Time travel connects EVERYTHING.

Yes, this is a bit silly, but I love the different ways that fiction approaches the concepts of time travel. I love the way my brain stretches and twists around it. I love the notion that everything is bigger and more important than it seems. I love thinking about the impact that the tiny choices I make now might have on my life.

As always, this seemed more important before I started typing. Maybe someday it will be.