Does anyone else get really upset when gorgeous trees are cut down for no reason? I am an emotional wreck right now, which may sound crazy to some people. So call me crazy and unfriend me....The neighbor landlords are cutting down the final 14 story tree...I gazed up at the lone tree last night, bathed in golden light dancing on its leaves as it swayed in the evening breeze, bowing gracefully, magestically to the sunset. It gifted us with shade, with life, with shelter from the sweltering San Fernando Valley sun. It housed countless senient beings, birds, squirrels, butterflies, etc. It greeted this morning with its massive silent reverence. Silver spakle dawn tickling its branches. Morning songs coming from deep inside the leaves from birds of every color, ever kind. And then the saws started. It is like enduring a slow murder of a friend. These trees were killed because they became magnificant. They were true to themselves. And it just seems like such a tremendous metaphor right now, which my aching soul somehow adheres to. I was labelled a Tree Hugger from one of which I am offspring. And that cut to my soul, and cracked my limbs, like these saws today being cut to the root. Something deeper going on here? Yes. I think I am grieving for all of the people who have lost so much in the last year. Horses,barns, wives, children, fathers, mothers, grandparents pets, homes, loved ones. There has been more loss in the last year than I can remember in all my time. Collective grief. In this moment I just want to say, I gather you all up. All. And in this stillness, know...you are loved, and nothing has been forgotten.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 23:02:35 +0000
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