A Mighty Oak_The Carving Tree_They Called Her Tilly_Innovation's purpose
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A Mighty Oak
I’ve been standing in this exact same spot for over four hundred years. I am a mighty oak. I provide shade in the summer, food for animals in the autumn, oxygen for people and animals everywhere. I have stood sentinel before twww.onedoor.cchere were roads, before there were cities and towns, before there were buildings, before there was anything except the forest. I was once part of a vast, never-ending woodland. As far as the eye could see, there were trees. Not just oaks, but ash, birch, hickory and walnut trees. Evergreens grew along the edges of meadows. Animals have always lived in my forest. In fact i...
The Carving Tree
…”you know, I was here the day they planted this tree. It was 1965、 I was five years old and my momma brought me here to this piece of ground. This park wasn’t here at the time, it was just a grassy area here by the bayou. The family of Benny Boudreaux planted this oak tree in his memory. Mr. Benny, that’s what everyone called him; he was the kindest man I ever knew. He and his wife, Ms. Celia lived right over there in that small house on the hill. Of course, the house didn’t look like that back then. Oh no, Ms. Celia painted it white with blue shutters and she planted the most amazin...
They Called Her Tilly
They Called Her 'Tilly' And the wind, always the wind, its whispered secrets forever shape the sheoak's nod and sway. Old Guyani sits cross-legged beneath the ancient tree, listening. At her feet is a cairn of limestone. The rocks, once gathered with care, now lie tumbled, lichen-flecked; a pile in disarray. Her dark eyes are closed against the harsh light. She breathes in deep the sea-tang that drifts in over the dunes, the sea waits. Faces fill her mind; they appear and dissolve as in a dreaming of long ago. Old bones creak, her head drops and her chin comes to rest against her withered che...
Innovation's purpose
I woke up to a harsh, almost blinding light coming in through the window and pulled the covers over my head. Just a few more minutes, then I will get up, I told myself. Laying there, head under the blanket, I eventually guilted myself into leaving bed. Using the full force of my willpower, I pushed myself out of bed and started to get ready for the day.I woke up to my lights slowly getting brighter and brighter. Was it morning already? "House, lights down," I mumbled, still half in a daze. The lights dimmed to a more manageable level. Should I get up now? No, just a few more minutes. "House, a...