I’m trying something new that a friend turned me onto. She writes 50 words that share a feeling. I’ve decided to work on that, as well.

My first investment in this activity:

I am tied to this land as a ponderosa is rooted to the forest floor. Beyond that, we all return to the earth to become fertilizer for the next generation that will sprout up amongst our ruins. The cathedrals and spires of yesteryear making way for the pinnacles of tomorrow.