Brian Davis<p>When I touch a tree my spirit drinks from a well of of slow and deliberate vitality. I feel the strength of the roots that sink, splitting stone and holding the earth together. Resilience in the trunk that weathers storms. Grace in the branches that sway in the breeze. Vitality that will not stop for lightning or fire or death itself, for trees are teeming with life even after they fall. This is true strength, not dominance or conquest, but silently, unfailingly, nurturing life.</p><p><a href="https://vmst.io/tags/thicktrunkthursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>thicktrunkthursday</span></a> <a href="https://vmst.io/tags/hiking" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>hiking</span></a> <a href="https://vmst.io/tags/redwoods" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>redwoods</span></a></p>