THE NARRATIVE ARC

The Embodiment Of Nature

Or ‘A Tree Is Me; I Am A Tree’

Aimée Brown Gramblin
The Narrative Arc
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11 min readFeb 23, 2024

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Aimée Brown Gramblin sits under a tree; slender woman with dark brown eyes and dark wavy hair, wearing a lacy cami and a top. Smiles and looks happy under a large-trunked tree. Grass behind.
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My Body, My Tree Woman, My Soul Nature, I am finding Her. As I let Her grow, I feel my roots move and my limbs put on new buds. There is a pain in growth, an awe, a wonder, a relief, a hope. We are Trees. I am a Tree. You are a Tree.

I am stuck.

I feel pulled into a muddy slop that slows my brain and removes my poetry, my flow, and my writing. Of course, I do not like it. My body pain and job prospects also feel stuck. My anxiety, depression, and OCD are slowly healing.

When I began drafting what I initially thought would be a book I thought it would be about my experiences with plants and gardening, all of the wonder and whimsy of my early days with mud pies and butterflies and how that bloomed into my present existence, but that is hollow now. I do feel youthful awe and wonder are magical, and a journey towards them is beautiful. But, they currently feel frustratingly out of my grasp.

Here I am at 41, experiencing what feels like a regression back to difficult places, to pain and ailing mental health, to a sorrow surrounding this hard world we all are born into, and by way of that journey deeper into myself, the concept has changed. I write essays and memoir stories — often about the…

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Aimée Brown Gramblin
The Narrative Arc

Age of Empathy founder. Creativity Fiend. Writer, Editor, Poet: life is art. Nature, Mental Health, Psychology, Art. Audio: aimeebrowngramblin.substack.com