What I Learned about Live from a Tipi Pole
Bonnie Eaddy
Everything in the world, before it began, whether it became a skyscraper, a song, a political cause or a loving act, began with a deep longing in its spirit.
Things rise up within us and we like to call them ideas, but really they begin like the seeds of a lodgepole pine tree. Birthed by fire, they awaken buried in the dark, broken free from their armor casing of cellulose, knowing only that they need to seek the sun on their own journey of discovery.
