Many trees were beginning to leaf and some even were blooming. Some stood tall, rich in color with perfect symmetry, while others had twisted trunks, knot holes, bulbous nodules and leafless, contorted branches. Some looked barely alive and others were thriving and vibrant, with many in between birth and demise. It dawned on me that the beauty of the trail is in its diversity of the many unique trees. Regardless of the array of shapes, sizes, colors, and varying degrees of well-being, each is exquisite and plays a role in bringing the trail to life.
He went to the same gym and his office was right next door to mine, and he had noticed me for ten years! Incredibly, after I wrote out the story of my dream man and our life together, my vision expanded and became clearer and allowed me to see him. He didn’t appear to be my type, but I gave him a chance and he’s turned out to be my life-long partner. Like walking on the trail, if I were only looking at the idealized flawless specimens, I would not have been able to see the essential perfection in the man of my dreams.