My Shovel,
My appreciation for this item far surpasses any material possession that I own. The liberation in which even just glancing at my shovel gives me, is indescribable.
When in use this tool was an extension of my body. It was an extension of my soul. There were days in which I felt as though I was a robot, and this was a part of me which allowed me to penetrate the earth with such strength and accuracy that no one could posses except me. I glided through open land, the wind in my hair and sweat beading on my forehead, and no one could tell me I wasn’t powerful at those moments. I was unstoppable.
Treeplanting was my highest form of therapy. It allowed me to view myself as someone who could do anything, and no one could take that away from me.
I’m going planting in a week and I hope I can have an experience as positive as this.
I did.
