Not Sleeping with bread

Not Sleeping with bread - but trees.

One of my tree paintings

Sleeping
Sleeping in general is usually not a problem for me - I roll on my left side for a bit, roll over on my stomach and in a few minutes I'm in ZZZZZZZZZZZ land. I've had a great deal of change in the last few weeks, so that is probably why my mind won't turn off as easily. So here I'm writing at 2 am, waiting for sleep to find me. I read a WHOLE book tonight and still no ZZZ's yet. Mind still buzzzzzing.

Moving and coffee
Moving books, setting up calender's, meeting new everyone, and I'm really enjoying all the activity, but I realize that too much caffeine and all this won't work...
maybe that is why I'm still up at 2?

Trees
Besides be awake and having too much coffee, there is something else on my mind, trees. No joke, trees. I've been drawing them a great deal lately. I saw this Nooma video today at student fellowship called 'Trees' and there was this great emphasis on how in Genesis, God created the heavens and the earth and the was a garden and trees. In Revelation 22:2 "On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.", there too is this reference to a tree and it's leaves that will heal the nations. Chronologically speaking, Genesis (the beginning) has a tree image and Revelation (the ending?) has one as well. The question proposed in the video was, if God is the creator of our beginning and end - what are we doing with the time in between? What are we doing with our world, relationships,and gifts? What is going on in between the trees? So here I find myself in this new "beginning" of sorts, I'm totally focused on painting and drawing various versions of this tree image and I come across right at this time a video - called trees. (See segment below. For full video go to Trees.)

So as I contemplate a sense of meaning for all of this coming together in this moment of my own time as something to do with new beginnings and healing, I think that is all I need for now. Even as I toss and turn, read a book or two and get ready for a new day - I will dream of trees and healing of my own heart as well as the fruit to come from this new beginning.

Peace and Bread,
Tara

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