A philosophical blogger inquired as to how many different ways there are to measure time. Instantly I thought of one not listed. “By my rings.” I was not talking about bobbles on my fingers, but referring to my inner markings.
On the outside there is evidence of our physical trauma. A drooping left eye from being half-blinded. A throat scar from a hole that once provided air. A piece of dark cloth embedded under a ugly keloid mass. These are what people see.
But there is more. Look beyond the exterior bark. Take a nice cross section slice. The rings of our lives will reveal periods of steady growth along with some more or less stunted years where nutrients were lacking despite our will.
Then there are the sudden strikes. When lightening found our trunks and tried to take us down. Emotional toll. This is not outwardly visible damage but surely it is written somewhere inside of us.
What time is it now? I hope it is a time of growth and your branches are seeking light.
The Hideous Bonsai