I don’t know the scientific description of a burl, so I’ll describe it as an injury to a tree that causes a deformity, as small as an orange or as large as a recliner. Even though a burl is made from the same wood as the tree, it’s usually discolored, showing little of the natural grain, with disfigured bark. My husband carved a number of burls so I knew there was beauty to be discovered, but the unique end result needed to be uncovered through time and patience. The colors, design, and shape were revealed as I carved out the burl and removed most of the bark. It rests, transformed, on a deer horn shed my husband found. Both pieces of nature, one unwanted, one unneeded, one given a first, and the other, a second chance at a different life. People can find they need to be transformed too, after an injury or a life changing event. By whatever means and over whatever time it takes, I will allow my unwanted life to be transformed in order to have a second chance to discover a different life with a beautiful, unique end result, to be revealed through time and patience.