Barbed wire pierced the trunk, bark having grown up and around it, becoming a part of the tree itself. Roots as wide as my arms and legs tumbled down into and ran among the gray stones. It was hard to tell where the tree started and the wall began. At that point, it didn’t really seem to matter: They were one, the wall and the tree, as they had been for a century...
Author: Jacqlyn Thorne
I've never really liked labels, they've always felt so limiting. But in the interest of introducing myself I'll tell you that I'm many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, pet mom, friend, armchair philosopher, nature lover, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world traveler. I think that's a pretty good list, for now. I'm excited to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel at work in the world and to connect with other people who want to do the same.
