It seems unlikely, but then what isn’t really? A bamboo tree fell in our backyard. Not broken. Not uprooted. But lying on the ground. I guess nobody thought to tell it that it was no longer viable, because with the same speed of the standing bamboo trees, it appears to be still growing.

And it makes me smile, because how many times have I, we, been that tree? Knocked off of our feet, but certainly not done. Maybe it’s when we grow the most, in mid-challenge.

I suppose inspiration is everywhere, if we choose to see it. And I do.

Sometimes you need to hear it from someone who’s been there — from the mouth of the bamboo — everything is still possible, life, growth, learning, even love.