It’s been an emotional week as I process the energy of rebirth. In this time of spring, this is what I am choosing to call the destruction around me. On Tuesday and Wednesday, seven trees were felled in my yard in an effort to bring the unfiltered energy of the sun to my too-shaded home. There is mold my attic, there is green mildew creeping along the white edges of my siding.
You could say I put this off for too long, but each cut of the chainsaw was felt inside my heart. My love for trees extends back, I am sure, lifetimes, but my memories begin in my childhood as a little girl seeking happiness in a life of loss and new beginnings. When I was five-years-old, and beginning a new life apart from my birth father and extended family, I climbed the slender limbs of young maples to seek refuge and to find peace. Here, in the embrace of a tree, I found a joy that was often elusive on the ground.
All of us can benefit from the energy shared by trees. When I walk in a forest of trees, I heal my inner child. Sometimes I find myself laughing and skipping with joy. Sometimes, I sing and dance. I am alone, but I am not.
Trees, with their ability to live for hundreds to thousands of years, harbor souls of wisdom. Their roots mix and mingle with the energy of the underworld, where the Earth radiates love to bring forth life. The arms of trees bloom into canopies of green, harnessing the divine energies of the universe. Stand or sit with your back pressed against a tree’s trunk, and you cannot help but feel this powerful connection of energies. It is sacred.
Before the seven trees were felled, I visited each one individually. Placing offerings of found feathers, dried sage, and lavender at their feet, I whispered words of gratitude, and asked for forgiveness. With my body aligned with theirs, I felt our energies joined into the universal energy of love. Along with their forgiveness, I asked the elemental spirits who tend to the trees to rebirth their energies into new life.
It has been a week of rain and sun, which is fitting for rebirth. Today there is the sky exudes the energy of gray stillness – the aftermath of death, which is not death, but a pause as energy is recycled and repurposed. The only water that drips is from my eyes. Although I await this new life, and the sun’s healing rays, I mourn the loss of seven trees.
The Light Behind the Story 
A beautiful reflection of love and loss. There are seven trees that fell in this world and you will always remember them and carry their leaves with you. That is more than can be said for most trees that come and go in this world.
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Thank you for your kind words. I placed shells filled with honey for the fey near the stumps today 🙂
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Beautiful and tragic, Alethea. I had a huge old chestnut, at least a couple of hundred years old, overhanging my garden. It was sick, infested with leaf miners and going hollow.. it had to come down, and it broke my heart the day I came home to chainsaws. I felt the loss of a friend. Hugs x
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Thanks, Sue. I’m glad you understand. It still makes me weepy to think about it 🙂
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Hey.. you set me off so much I had to write again about my tree.. two years on it still leaves such loss in my horizon.
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I need to catch up on you posts. I was away over the weekend.
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*chuckles* Then you have better things to do than be reading my ramblings 🙂 Hope you had fun.
me.. I sew.
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Yes, but tired! Not much sleep b/c my kids have trouble sleeping in hotels.
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Nothing quite like your own bed.. especially as children.
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I’ll second that! Looking forward to a good night’s sleep 🙂
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I managed a few hours, now sleeves rolled up again 🙂
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Exciting week for you! Best wishes!
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It is 🙂 Thank you, Alethea!
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Beautiful….. this is why I love to walk in “my” park as often as I can. I am so lucky to have it just a few blocks away considering I live in the middle of a faily large city. I love it! I am thankful to our forefathers that planned the park. I tell Tom that I would have a hard time leaving it and I am deeply saddened by the plans to cover the water resevoirs for “safty”!
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Thank you, Lori 🙂
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