There he goes!" she exclaimed, jumping straight up from her chair.
The dead tree, which has been on the front row for years when I look out into the garden from the beautiful arched window. And now it's gone. Flattened during the storm (luckily not against the garden house - luckily I had a guardian angel sitting there)
My new skyline looks a bit strange. Alive. Harmonious. Unaccustomed. While staring, I discover the small spruce. Healthy, dark green, alive and kicking. All this time hidden from view by its dead predecessor. The old protection had to go, before I could SEE what was always there
For me, it is like being allowed to witness moments when the veil between worlds is thin.
I am curious. I am not making this up. The symbolism that nature offers me time and again when internally the maps shift seems pure magic. For me, it is as if I get to witness moments when the veil between worlds is thin.
How do you experience it when you see outside what happens inside?
Right across my window are beautiful majestic plane trees.One of them I chose as” my reading tree” that was already 6 years ago.Everyone respects this and I am happy and grateful for that.
During the last fierce storm, a fist (armpit) with branch and three arms broke off.
It was a very beautiful sight with 1 eye a trunk and 3 arms. I saw the spirit of ” tree” in it and wanted to honour it .I gave it a place of honour by placing it on a piece of tree trunk next to my seat.
Now it is autumn , and there is a wonderful carpet of ochre and yellow brown tones of leaves all around.
From my window, I see and enjoy it. I placed a bowl of water next to it and hung a heart of birdseed on its branches. Crystals from my bonpa's chandelier had been hanging in it for three summers.
Thank jewel for your sheltered foliage this summer,and for your now balding but strong self-confidence.
Now you go get your underground powers. ME TOO! To live again in spring in all your fullness exuberantly .ME too !
Until then my dear standing friend, all the best to you. Magda