On the tree of life
rooted by my ancestors
I am but a branch
The word “branch” always means family to me because of my husband’s fondness for genealogy. As he spends hours and hours researching our family history, he continually strives to learn more, to go back farther and farther, and to correct inaccuracies in existing records. When you are aware of the generations that have come before you, you realize what a small twig you are in the grand scheme of things.
My response to today’s one-word prompt: Branch
Photo taken at the city park in Auckland, New Zealand
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Yes, one small twig! And it’s good to have perspective.
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I agree – perspective lets us see things much more clearly!
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Good one!!!
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Thanks Claudette! I’m sure he’ll find out we’re related one of these days!
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Yes, one small twig, but each and every twig sustains the whole! Great response to the prompt!
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Thanks! What’s a tree without a twig, right?
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My Beloved Sandra researches her genealogy. My family, however, (all branches of it, as far as I can tell) is less like family and more like a litter. Once each one becomes old enough to get out there and succeed on his/her own, we do so and do not look back.
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There is certainly something to be said for succeeding on your own and not looking back, although someday “looking back” may become important to them – you never know. Thanks for stopping by!
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We are just that. And those trees are absolutely stunning – I love the way they are leaning out from the slope as though trying to touch something.
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Thank you, Osyth! It’s as if they are reaching for the newest twig on the branch – to touch and hold like we would do for a new baby!
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