Our Tree is the same age as our house, and about as old as I am. If this pine were my sibling, that one year would matter greatly, always and forever. So I better acknowledge that this tree is one year my senior (yet very much my age). Weathered, not quite straight, still standing tall and strong. Nobody told us a tree could tie you down. We couldn't have predicted we'd grow attached to a tree. But there's a wonderful sense of belonging that comes with this possesion. We have a tree in the back yard. We're possessed by that tree, it possesses us.
Writing Artist, Organic Cook and Gardener, Cultural Tour Guide, Colorist, Eco Green, sometimes Blue; Pragmatic to the Bone.Originally from the Netherlands I make my home in the Pacific Northwest with husband and pooch. My background lies in multicultural theater. Over time the balance tipped over to studio + literary arts. I'm working on a screenplay based on a novel about art, love and redemption in a cold country, and a memoir about growing up on a nut farm and coming out halfway sane.