I poured it all into my clay and began creating trees. Trees were a connection to my Mom, who didn’t know what had happened to me. She does now.

As I created the trees I began thinking about their resiliency and strength. A tree in a storm can bend to near breaking and then pop back up. It can lose limbs and still survive. This felt hopeful. Maybe I was a tree, maybe I could survivor this.  The more I learned about trees, the more I learned how trees in a forest support each other in health and illness, through their roots. I could feel a connection with my Mom and I could heal.