K is for Knarled

I was walking mindfully and looking closely in Woodbrooke’s garden recently, when I came across a tree with beautifully knarled bark.


It set me thinking – what makes this knarled bark so beautiful? It’s caused by injury, it’s a response to damage, and yet it produces something we can perceive as beautiful.


Is this a metaphor? Have the injuries (physical, mental, spiritual) that I’ve received in life led me to grow something beautiful in response, or some ugly protection?


Some of both I suspect.

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