FAVORITE TREE: PROMPT
The Weeping Tree
A safe space to feel the feelings
She was a pine tree. Ancient and large — her lowest branches forming a wide, flat place made for children to nestle into. She was situated on a hillside, making access to said nesting place easy to scramble into — even for a small Human.
I discovered her on my father’s property — after we had moved in the spring of 1973. My mother had died that January and my father swept us away to an unfamiliar new place. A place my mother had never inhabited. A place that would never feel like home. He was a stoic man, my father. He had no room in his life for emotions. Feelings like love and grief simply were not in his skill set.
I mourned the loss of my mother and my home simultaneously and alone.
But then I found her — My Weeping Tree. When the world, the emotions, the pain of My Life became too intense, I would go to her forest and climb into her arms. There in the safety of the wood, I could feel my feelings and release the heaviness that was my constant companion.
The Universe is vast in Her gifts. I always had the feeling I was meant to find this particular tree at that particular moment in My Life. Decades — maybe even centuries — before my birth, she had been but a pine cone lying on the soft forest…
