stories inside trees,
art finds what’s hidden
in us all
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Valentine’s Day and Happy Poetry Friday tomorrow! Thanks to Jone Rush MacCulloch at Check it Out for hosting!
I found this woman carved into a tree stump, and I knew her story was still being told. This post is a valentine to the stories that live in all of us. Spoken or hidden, our stories matter. They make us who we are.
35 thoughts on “Inside the Tree”
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That’s just beautiful. Sometimes I see faces in the tree knots, but they are of my own imagination.
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Some skilled carver did that. Not me. I was in a botanical garden.
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“Spoken or hidden, our stories matter. They make us who we are.” Amen.
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🙂
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Beautiful photo and poem. Thanks for sharing, Brenda.
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Thanks, Kim!
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Beauty: Thank You ❤
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🙂
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How enchanting! I love listening to tree stories! Thanks for sharing, Brenda!
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Thanks for stopping by, Kiesha. 🙂
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even as a place for words in the form of paper. What a striking thought.
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We owe a lot to trees. 🙂
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What a great find, Thank you for your valentine.
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I’m glad you like it. 🙂
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Thanks for this intriguing and gorgeous image–and your haiku sings the message of what art does-Brenda. I love the blending of the story and art together–and it being an other-world Valentine!
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Thanks, Michelle. 🙂 A valentine for everyone.
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Make art, not war!
Your words about trees make me think this. Love it!
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Yes! I love that that is the story inside you.
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❤
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Wow, what a cool carving! Yes, hidden stories inside all of us. 🙂
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I’m sure you have more, too. 🙂
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This makes me think of a German lied – Ruhe, Meine Seele: Not even a soft breeze stirs, in gentle sleep the wood rests, through the leaves dark veil, bright sunlight steads. Rest, Rest my soul. So that is what is hidden inside me remembered lyrics :).
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Lovely lyrics. I am happy to know them now, too.
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Solid poem, mystery trunk leading into the pith of Matters. Potent, Brenda!
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I like your poetic rephrasing. 🙂
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Fabulous poem paired with wood art. Thanks for the special valentine “to the stories that live in all of us.” I plan on sharing this with teachers as a wonderful example of nature photography inspiring writing. Thanks, Brenda.
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I’m honored. Have a wonderful weekend!
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Her story looks like it is working its way out.
I like the idea of art finding what’s hidden. Thanks, Brenda!
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Thanks for stopping by, Tabatha. Fingers crossed for our Imperfect anthology.
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what a lovely find! happy valentine’s day to you
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🙂 Hope you felt loved. 🙂
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I did)
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Oh, the wonder of it all… Beautiful!
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Don’t you love when you turn a corner or come to a clearing and then–BOOM–art! It’s little surprises like those that make life interesting.
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Yes, definitely adds some spice to the broth.
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