This weekend I met a tree. She must have started her life like any tree: reaching for the heavens. At some point her trajectory changed, instead of plotting a course perpendicular to the Earth like her siblings, she dove so that her body swept close to the landscape parallel to the horizon, mirroring the river beside her.
As I rested quietly on the body of this beautifully unique tree, I could see that the shape she took cascading toward Earth allowed her to be a home for many insects, a fertile ground for other plants to thrive, and a meeting place for birds and friends to share secrets.
True growth, growth of the spirit, need not mimic the examples around us. No matter the shape you take as you grow, you are beautiful.