Last week a bucket truck and workers clad in day-glo vests carrying chainsaws were seen in the vicinity of GCW.
Instead of trimming weak branches and removing dead wood as I had hoped, her western trunk was cut off several feet above her roots. Huge chunks of wood, splinters, and bark now scatter the ground around her for many yards.
I feel a huge sense of sadness and loss at this action. The landscape and horizon here on our patch have been changed forever.
For some reason a part of her eastern trunk was allowed to remain, so a portion of her once magnificent crown still gathers in summer light through silver and green leaves.
It is not known if the men in chainsaws will return to finish the job and bring her completely down.
Her remaining lifespan and physical being have been severely curtailed, but her spirit endures.
I know she will continue to speak. Her wise and loving spirit cannot be destroyed, cannot be diminished or eradicated.
When you grieve, let yourself rest. When you grieve, let yourself be. When you grieve let yourself feel and experience the waves of emotion that move through you.
If you try to resist the waves of feeling, you may find yourself tumbled , knocked down, drowned by their unexpected and surprising power. Resistance is futile!
The only way through is to let yourself float. That is to feel what you are feeling and ride the waves of emotion as they show up. No matter how unwelcome the feelings are, let yourself feel them rise and build, crest and then drop away…
Like a chip of wood in churning water, the waves of emotion won’t drown or sink you, but take you for a wild ride that is a part of your life’s journey.
All who walk this earth in human form must at one time or another know the storms of grief. You will survive, Dear One, as you ride the waves.