Dear ones, my spirit is stunned and disoriented by the sudden and violent loss of my life.
My spirit still hovers in this place, the beloved home I’ve know for so many decades. I have been forcibly removed from this precious life for unknown reasons. I was not ready for this.
One day I was soaking in sunlight through my green and silver leaves, drawing in life-giving water and earth energy through my roots. Then suddenly I was in pieces on the ground.
My growth rings are now visible to the sky.
I will have more to say when I get my bearings in this new yet familiar realm of the disembodied spirit.
In my new dimension of existence storms, lightning, heaving frosts, high winds, insects, gnawing rodents, men with chainsaws can never again harm damage or diminish me.
Ask Grandmother Cottonwood 