Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Gazing out at that huge healthy cottonwood last weekend, I again reflected upon its one large dead branch. Located midway up the trunk, it has held on for over ten years. Surrounded by growth, this one has none. Each time I return to the lake, I half expect to see that branch lying on the beach. Not yet. For the first few years I contemplated removing it. An eyesore I thought. Useless. Too high for me to reach, it remained. Then, I began to pay attention. Numerous birds were using that branch. Nourishing themselves. Meeting up with others. Resting. That dead branch and the birds are a continual reminder that my view is only one view.