As many of you may know, I live in the lovely state of Minnesota. It is actually lovely, contrary to the belief that is cold here all of the time. Come here in August and we will prove you wrong on that. Anyways, I digress.
For Thanksgiving this year, I am going to my grandparent's house in western Montana. We left this morning and will get there tomorrow evening (it is an 18 hour drive that we are splitting into two days). Well, my friends, I will tell you that this oh, so lovely drought we've had did not make the drive pretty through western MN and North Dakota.
Through most of Minnesota and some of North Dakota, this is what the scenery was like: farm, grass, grass, lone tree, cow, farm, grass, grass, rock, pond, more grass, etc...What an exciting blog this is, right?
But, as we got further and further into North Dakota, more and more snow covered the ground. It gave this boring brown monotony a big of a kick. By this time, the sun was starting to set and giving everything a nice glow and pretty shadow. What came with the snow were these rows of bare, winterized trees that marked the outlines of fields. They were everywhere. They were crooked, knobby, and just gorgeous. Rows and rows and rows.
Want to know something new about me? I have this weird obsession with trees. Especially bare ones. I think they are so much more beautiful than the ones with leaves on them (the only exception: when the leaves are brightly colored in the fall). I feel like you can see the trees inner self. That inner hard exterior that will be up against the harsh winds, cold frost, and piles of snow come winter. And then it still stands tall and sprouts bright green leaves in the spring. I really think they are a metaphor to myself and many many humans. Just because someone is in a vulnerable state, doesn't mean they aren't strong. It doesn't matter what you look on the outside, if you are strong on the inside, you can do anything you set your mind to and get through any obstacles that life brings you. I have learned this throughout my entire life.
I used to be pretty chubby when I was younger, basically until I started high school. I was constantly teased. I was called every name in the book, things thrown at me, and had only a few friends. I would come home many times and start crying. After I lost the weight, things got better. But then my mom's now ex husband (not my dad) started trying to do the same thing to my sister, my mom, and I. I had enough of this shit and I learned to stand up to myself. I wouldn't deal with it.
Last May I got a tattoo of a bare tree on my upper left arm (pictured below). The star represents Minnesota and the tree represents, well, what I mentioned before: inner strength. I love this tattoo more than anything. Done by Jeff at the Holy Mackerel studio in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
Have a lovely Thanksgiving everyone! Even my non-American readers!