I’m trying to adjust to my new environment, and to feel like I fit in and to find my people while being my true self. The trees go through such huge changes, their leaves turn new colors and eventually fall off, but their roots always stay the same. The trees never truly change who they really are, they just react and adjust to their surrounding environment and climate, doing what they have to to survive. And in full circle, their bright green summer leaves always come back. I’m trying to adjust to my new surroundings, my new home, my new climate. I don’t feel like myself right now, and maybe it’s because I’m fighting against the change. Walking in the woods and observing the external change gives me the time and place to reflect on my own internal changes, and my process of adjustment. The Webster Woods are a place where I can find myself and lose myself at the same time.
I included this to show the lessons I've learned from spending time here. I hoped that this abstract comparison of trees' undergoing seasonal change and myself undergoing life change could represent that I knew my struggles were valid, but also that I knew things would get to get better and that life would go on. I wanted to express both my resistance to change, but also my realistic understanding of acceptance, and the highs and lows in life that we all go through. I wanted my conclusion to accentuate that my process of reflection, understanding, and acceptance was catalyzed by the Webster Woods.