As I sat looking at his latest photography book, a few photos caught my spirit and words flowed. Here is one.
There is something about this bare bench and its setting that beckons to me. “Come. Sit. Rest the soul. Inhale fresh air, exhale stress.”
Maybe it’s the varying shades of green-age that frames the bench that de-stresses me. Did you know that the color of green is a calming, refreshing color? People waiting to appear on TV shows sit in “green rooms” to relax and hospitals use green because it relaxes the patients, so the color experts tell me.
I can picture myself in this particular setting - on this particular bench. With legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, head back, eyes closed as the cool air soothes my weary soul. I seem to breathe easier and see clearer as my spirit speaks to Abba.
When I open my eyes I take in the forms of all the various sizes and shaped trees around me. Oh, how my soul rejoices when it sees a huge, old tree. My fingers run over its bark like I was reading Braille; my eyes follow the branches to their soaring heights; my soul wonders what secrets the old tree may hold. I allow my imagination to “watch” the children of yesteryear as they climb higher and higher laughing and calling to each other. Like a spider dangling from above, I “watch” the boy give his first young kiss to the girl.
Trees are for children. Benches are for “old” people. “Old” people who need to destress and be reminded of their youth.