The Angel Oak
This post should begin with a Wendell Berry quote, but I deleted the Safari app from my phone and can’t recall the poem I’m thinking of.
This post should begin with a Wendell Berry quote, but I deleted the Safari app from my phone and can’t recall the poem I’m thinking of. I will wake up and think of it in the middle of the night next week. Oh well.
I think Wendell would understand. Being without my phone helps me be present to my friends, to nature and with Jesus right here in the present.
Southern Live Oaks are my favorite trees because they only grow along the Atlantic and Gulf Coasts of the American South. Their branches grow like our stories: all over the place. Sometimes they grow up, sometimes down even burrowing under ground. Yet still, they are lovely in their way.
This is the Angel Oak. It’s 400-500 years old and magnificent to see in-person.
Wait! There it is:
“I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet. around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places. where I left them, asleep like cattle.” - Wendell Berry