The oak tree was in the middle of a strip of grass between two parking lots. There were thirty stalls on each side. Four rows of cars in the sun, divided by a strip of green, and a tree. It was five forty-five in the evening when I saw the tree. The shadow was big enough for a mouse or maybe a guinea pig.
The oak tree had five branches, and seven leaves on each branch. Five times seven is thirty-five. So the tree had thirty-five leaves. A mature oak tree can have as many as two hundred thousand leaves. I didn’t have my tape measure with me, so I stood next to the tree. The tree was as high as the bottom of the back pocket on my jeans. A mature oak tree can be over one hundred feet tall. A tree one hundred feet tall would be the same as 33.3333333333 pairs of jeans.
One day the oak tree will provide shade for all of the cars that will park between the orange lines.
It is okay to start small.
Just start.
I have projects I have not started. Dreams that have remained in the filing cabinet. Blank paper with no words. Paint still in the tubes. Words still in the dictionary. White canvas waiting for color.
The oak tree had only five branches. It was growing as I walked past. Its roots were planted in the soil gathering water and food. The leaves were digesting the sunlight as I walked past. The tree had started. It was starting small.
Today I placed words on paper and paint on canvas.
Today I started.
Is there something you are waiting to start? What dream have you put on hold because you are waiting to start big?
