One does not expect trees - tall, rooted elders that can live for hundreds and thousands of years and outlast your lifetime - to just disappear... Yesterday, I was devastated to find one of my spirit elders in the Golden Gate Park cut down. All that remained was a stump.
So much transpired under the canopy of this tree. I connected with the spirit of my father before his ancestralization here. I was always comforted, always protected. Always received good guidance. The Hindi version of the Song of the Seer (given to Orion Foxwood by the redwoods) came to me here. The tree was always generous with listening to my heart and intent, to receiving offerings for the spirits... The loss hit me hard yesterday.
I don't know why the tree was cut down.
Am grateful for all the love & support from spirit kin and friends... for reminding me that the roots of the stump live on, that the community of trees around will continue to take care of it, and that I can share my sadness and condolences with other trees of the same species and with the Earth.
I laid my cheek against another tree today. Same species. Felt the spirit of my father-tree caress the air against my skin. Of course the spirit of the tree is still here... a stream in the webbed belonging I can call on. Tree! Teach me the ways of being in relationship with this Earth, a planet whose biosphere and habitants are faced with so much annihilation, disappearances, and love... #trees #songoftrees #lovingtrees #spiritoftree #earth