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My name represents me accurately in all of my complexity. Lindsey means "a Linden tree by the water" according to Old English. At first I was frustrated by the simplicity of the meaning of my name. I wanted a mysterious name, a romantic one full of meaning like "exalted" or "holy" or "powerful." As I started to think about trees and what could be so exciting about a tree by the water, I realized that no other name would better symbolize all that I am. A tree is a living paradox full of symbology. Conflicts of thoughts and emotions are embedded in the image of the tree. The roots of the tree bury deep into tradition and family, taking comfort in the warm shelter of the ground; perfect stability. The branches and leaves, at the other end, reach out, forever searching, growing, and changing; thirsting ambition. The tree never moves, yet re-invents itself in a constant cycle. The seasons accent various qualities hidden within the tree. In the winter, the tree loses its leaves. It becomes ugly and naked; vunerable. It looks dead, lost and forgotten. As spring melts away winter, the tree blossoms and explodes with happiness, life and beauty. Vitality and valiance radiate around the tree and infect those closest to it. Summer is the unpredictability of life. Long droughts and torential downpours can happen back to back. Hurricanes and firestorms rage unchecked. Beautiful sunny days full of laughter and play scatter themselves amoung the moments of madness. Fall forshadows winter but comes with its own set of emotions. Resilliance and flexibility are most apparent as it prepares itself for the long cold winter. Sometimes, if you look hard enough, the radical colors can reveal just a glimpse into the attitude and drive that keeps the tree's will to survive afloat and its heart beating.