This tree at Lookout Point in Southern Illinois just speaks to me,
her twisted, hardened roots clinging to the side of a steep rocky wall.
I met my fear of heights there. And I hung on, too.
The cool thing? My son gave me his hand and we walked together.
Next week I will be back with more of my usual blog posts,
as I capture beauty and find meaning.
Thank you for joining me during the August Break!
