Dear Maple,

I witnessed your small limb strain nearly to the brink while kids swung hard from it this summer. You held up under pressure, and something tells me you considered it an honor to connect and support their joy. Now, I witness the stress of your sacrifice.

My sweet friend, I marvel at the humble yet frank way you teach us the art of letting go. You demonstrate how to release first that which causes the most stress and depletion. You show us that the process is brilliant, and that it can be breathtakingly beautiful.

Thank you for reaching out to share your wisdom.

Love,

Barb