One of my favorite places on earth is a grove that sits on the Guadalupe River.  It’s a peaceful place.  And trees, oh the trees.  They weather the winters and celebrate the summers.  And they are all bent.  There is no perfect tree.  Even so, they provide the perfect place to find peace. Humanity is like that grove of trees.  Though we attempt to stand tall, none of us succeed.  We all twist and turn.  We are a collection of bent timber.  And that’s okay. There is beauty in our bent-ness.  So enjoy the Society of the Bent Timber.  Cut … Listen Now