Trees in a forest expand one ring with each passing year. What if human's could do it too? How long would it take for us to look obese? We're constantly shedding pieces of our lives. But do we ever get to go back to see if the dropped can be replanted, replenished or tossed even further away? Through daily writing I'm able to pick up such seeds or weeds. Being open with your writer expands your creative process while putting focus on your deeper more available purpose.