05/05/2026
An old tree takes the shape of its life's journey; its trunk leans where it has yielded to the wind, its branches twist - some broken, some still reaching upward towards the sun. It carries the imprint of all it has endured and all it has received. It stands as a quiet testament to the life it is lived.
So it is with the human body. The body absorbs, remembers and reflects the journey. It knows before the mind knows, holding truths the mind had not yet found words for. It carries stories impressions and echoes beyond conscious awareness. It is a living archive.
The body is a blessed vessel. It has carried you through countless challenges and measurable lessons and yes it may bear the marks of that devotion. So love the marks; love the bent trunk, the twisted branches, the creaks, the cracks and the groans. The body has served you faithfully. Its purpose has been to carry you through everything toward love, toward wholeness, toward remembering that you belong to this living earth and like the tree, will one day return to it.