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15 responses to “the tree to whom i was really married”
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oh, grace, oh.
trees. so important.
so sorry. that painful root pulling you talked about when you first showed us this piece.
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Beautiful piece, Grace…. powerful. I wonder what the tree’s story is….
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crash….
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Oh sigh…heart wound, tree man is down. Trees are the guardian spirits of the land, sentinals of a place in time, whether an outer landscape or a landscape of the heart. I just want to come and hug this tree, place a cloth around him. Pay respect for all that he has meant/means to you grace. The thing about people who mock tree huggers is that they don’t get it. Trees live, and when you go to them in joy, for comfort, in happiness to lean against them, there is a pulse, a breath, a connection…por vida.
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wind thread.
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maybe the tree knew you were leaving him!!!
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i don’t know. maybe….well…
i don’t know.
what i would like most, and there are a million ways
things can go…but what i would like most
is being able to GIVE this place to someone when i go.
my favorite “someone” would be a middle aged woman from
Mexico…trying to come “across”, not knowing where to
go. she could go here.
i would leave most of Tree Man…maybe put him out
by the little altar place where i think about Wendy’s
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was a Globe Willow. i didn’t know it at the time, but they are short lived trees. i’d never thought about a tree’s lifespan before. they last 10-15 years.
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i think it was very quiet tho. not even the breaking birdbath sound.
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yes, Marti. i used to listen to the sounds of the earth
from putting my ear to his bark. it was amazing. like
a choir of some sort……..
i sat with him today.
he was the first being planted in this sand. had lived
in 4 other places for short times, uprooted, uprooted,
uprooted, uprooted
then here where he grew over 20 feet and lush. oh Lush.
those little catkins first thing in spring for the early
bees. the shade. then cool and so perfect Shade. how
he allowed many difficult moments to pass peacefully between the human husband and me.
por vida
for LifeLikeLike
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yes. jenny reported that it was windy the first day in
Red Bluff.LikeLike
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maybe
i am trying NOT to “make” the story. trying to just
receive it. but again…the synchronicity is pretty
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por vida for life… Like that. Following this story of the tree, feeling it, and my memories of similar love for them. I had a huge one in Bird Hills that I would hike to and lean my body into to feel her energy, a mighty grandmother oak. Really like the two photos above. They make quite the story in themselves together. Exodus, moving on, transition, part 3. “trying not to make the story” That is what I keep telling myself this year is about for me, letting go of trying to control the exact outcomes, just staying open to what will be, what is coming. You’ve always been good at that I thought, taught it to us. That it’s all perfect for the moment.
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I know you’ve heard it before: “AMAZING, Grace”
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HEY!, arlee!!!!
i am sooooooooooooooo waiting for your ~cloth~
so excited
i’m thinking that if i could have made THE PERFECT cloths, they
might look a little like these…but i can’t and i am
BEYOND grateful that you have and that you offer them up to all of
us…
so thank you for that and thank you for coming hereLikeLike
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