This is yet another tree that I’ve walked past hundreds of times but this time I stopped to really look at it. What peculiar looking acorns on this bur oak tree! So does that fuzzy fringe protect them from the outside world? What protects us like that? Is it the knitted shawl that helps us feel safe and sheltered? Is it the unspoken boundaries we set to protect ourselves by only letting in what is helpful? And what is the vulnerable seed inside of us that needs protecting by this fuzzy cloak?
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