The old Sycamore on our place is very old and losing limbs to storms at an alarming rate. This limb came from that tree and the layers in the limb I found to be quite beautiful. I was taken back that I found broken things beautiful but really we are at times broken if one is honest. I guess it not that surprising since I look at my mom and her failing health but yet I see the her beauty deep within. It reminded me that true beauty, which we all have, truly is from within.
