Hard and soft end up being relative terms. How can that be? Isn't hard always hard? Then how can this tree grow and engulf a cylinder of steel, to say nothing of concrete? It's hard to understand, for me at least. It forces me to see everything as relative, everything in relation to everything else.
Now there's a notion. Everything is connected to every other thing. And what's hard can flow and engulf. Is that playing with words? Hum. Well, probably. It is one of my favorite pastimes.
But underneath that, there feels like a truth beyond fancy word play. I see how natural, growing things can use their qualities to overcome static objects. I see how focused attention to simple, slow growth can open up new possibilities.
It reminds me that more is possible than I imagined. That feels good. Especially today.