I was once again wandering around admiring the cottonwoods. I was thinking about what is so intriguing about them and why I am so fascinated with them. It is their strength. They have stood their ground, been battered and hammered by weather, things have been built around them and into them and their roots have been cut. And yet they stand so strong. So unmoved by all of it. That is what I aspire to be like. To let all of life's things, wash and move over me as I stand, strong and free of what is piled upon me. To keep the strength I have found in myself, unchanged by all that touches me.
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