2025


Clootie Tree
photo credit; Pamela Ford Green

                                       2025

On my recent excursion to Animal Kingdom with my youngest grandchildren, I noticed these colorful pieces of cloths hanging from ropes among some trees. After a little research I discovered that in certain cultures, hanging cloths on trees serves as a form of offering a prayer, leaving a message for spirits or deities or for making a wish. I further learned they are called Clootie trees. 

 So, on this second day of the year 2025, I am posting this picture for you, the reader.  I pray that you will live each day of the new year to the best of your ability. I ask that the angels, the spirits, your deity to protect and guide you. Lastly, I wish for you love, laughter and health as you travel through the year ahead.

 

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