So I have this baby brother (big fat baby). Maybe he's not so good at spelling and I used that against him for awhile...but perhaps he is a brilliant sculptor who finds meaning and connection in un-before-seen ways.
We used to climb Ginkgo trees as small children (soft bark, low branches, plenty of leaf coverage) and yell at faculty and students who would come out of buildings at BSC where Higher Learning was taking place.
We thought we were funny. Most likely, we were annoying.
But it's part of our fabric of childhood memory.
Fast forward some decades and baby brother submitted a proposal for an outdoor classroom of bronze seats in the shape of ginkgo leaves to be positioned within the Grove of Ginkgos at BSC.
And he did it.
Ginkgos are their own beast. You can read it here, and get into the dinosaurs and atomic bombs. They can survive, connect, re-connect, and survive.
Just like those of us with MS. You can survive, connect, re-connect, and survive.
See more awesome-er pictures here.
Or go climb a tree. Feel the bark. Sense the connection.
Survive, re-connect and then survive again.
Peace and love and ginkgo to you all...