From Her Heart Grows A Tree – Visual Branching


Jude Itakali

Her eyes wrenched him from the clutches of reality
He was plunged to the very depths of fantasy
Their softness
Their fragility
It lent him strength
It woke purpose within desire
But alas when you wade too deep for too long,
You find things not meant to be found…

In those trenches of beauty there was fear
A dread that the outside was superficial
And the inside would always be empty
A panic that when the petals fell,
When the beauty withered,
Loneliness would remain

In her nightmare a dream took root
Sown by his pledge
Warmed by companionship
Watered by commitment
He would not abandon her to that darkness
For he had always known;
“From her heart grows a tree”
And it blooms through all seasons

Mark S

sitting silently

from her heart a tree grows

ancient mosses


The earth,

From her heart grows a tree;

The Tree of Life.

Grounded Wisdom

“From her heart grows a tree” whose bark has peeled and chipped, now leaving exposed wood growing moss and green creatures fertile with new life to pass. She is solid below the surface, and confident the new chapter will take root.


From her heart grows a tree

she opens our eyes

to a lattice of love

and unity.



without exception

devoid of division

There is no boundary.

Tracy Abell

I remember standing in these aspens two years ago, my heart expanding as I gazed up, up, up at this tree reaching for the blue sky. However, aspens are not only magnificent above ground, but also below, because groups of aspen share a root system. A system one might imagine as an enormous “beating heart” below ground.

“From her heart grows a tree.”

Her heart connecting with mine.



From her heart grows a tree, a family tree, with many branches called generations.


The Family Tree is among the most wonderful images of trees; how people are connected over generations. Certainly not the beginning of my family tree – yet, a long time ago, Barnebus Maney, Captain during the Revolution – father of 12 children was the beginning. I (and you and Joshua and Noah) are related to more people than you can imagine. Like a tree – we grow branches. Like a tree, we grow new branches – each one making us stronger. I love the connections.

Below you will see a visual tree that has been done by a proper computer scientist. Instead of creating a trunk from an obscure phrase using search engine indexing like I did, he took tweets on Twitter using hashtags (#example) and created groups of tweets on specific topics. This is a circular tree, which I think represents any type of social grouping well. We are spheres of knowledge, spheres of associations, Venn diagrams within Venn diagrams.

Brent Schneerman Tweetgeister 2010

This diagram along with several others from The Book of Trees: Visualizing Branches of Knowledge by Manuel Lima or several more examples digitally from this 2014 Gizmodo Australia article:

I want to share one more discovered in the book that I found particularly lovely and with a subject also close to my heart ;words, or in this case a visualization of words without using words:

By Stefanie Posavec 2008.

From her heart grows a tree”

“from her heart grows a tree”

Reviving a blog with renewed intent

My first blog began in 2007 on a site called Blogger. I stumbled about, stepped on a few toes, but eventually found some kinfolk. We were kinfolk in spirit, not by blood or nationality. We huddled around our little campfire, let’s call it enlightenment. Voltaire and Goethe would approve. We mutinied at some point. There was talk of unwarranted censorship against one of our friends. We were too few for anyone to notice, so we tied our little lifeboats together and ferried on over here to the WordPress. “Blogs” (origin web logs) were still relatively new back then.

Now the internet is full of places to gather. Social Media is a thing now. They shove advertisements up your nose and lead you by the eyeballs to see what makes you react 🙂 😦 . Did you read the terms and conditions? Do any of us really know what we’ve signed up for? Probably not. The fine print is coded in language we understood, but the definitions changed while we slept. A computer never sleeps. We’re humans, biological machine being test-driven with push notifications. If we allow it. I turn them all off. I fight the filter bubble every time it slaps me in the cheek.

Like everyone else though, I want to be heard. Blogs die and resurrect every day. We type and we wonder if anyone is listening. It can be depressing, depending on what your intent is. I’m not here to be part of the grist mill. I’m not going to chase clicks, views, advertisement revenue, SEO or anything else. I’m here to write. I’m putting out a signal and I’m building a new campfire. This site is for anyone who is tired of the noise. Let this digital space be filled with helpful insights and lots of pictures of nature. I am not nature’s muse, it is mine. Excuse me as I bump about a bit. They redesigned this ship. Will I have to pay for stowage if I want a bunch of pretty pictures? Probably, we’re on the internets after all. A bona fide shipping lane.