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| Photo by my beloved Hansel. |
I just love that tree that lives near Cathedral Rock in Sedona.
It's the same tree that I painted under on the Summer Solstice--
the same tree my FEARLESS™ Painters and I sat by at Total Alignment too.
And last week I saw her again. This time Winter has played its part and her leaves have vanished from her branches. She stood there bare, naked, vulnerable to the elements.
It's the same tree that I painted under on the Summer Solstice--
the same tree my FEARLESS™ Painters and I sat by at Total Alignment too.
And last week I saw her again. This time Winter has played its part and her leaves have vanished from her branches. She stood there bare, naked, vulnerable to the elements.
And I simply stood there compassionately staring at her.
Winter has this way of doing this to us, doesn't it? Or maybe it's just Life sometimes.
There are periods when the foliage that clothes our soul is released and falls from our own strong branches. We're left feeling bare, naked, and vulnerable to the world.
But deep within the grain of the tree each precious bud begins to grow.
While deep within our own hearts, our dreams are already germinating.
They're just waiting for the right time to arrive.
Waiting for Spring to return again.
And it will.
It will.
It will.
It will.
4 comments:
I think this is why I love to paint trees so much, because their lives are parallel to our own.
wow, you just totally hit my presents topic!
Love the tree <3
These are such nice words. Trees are powerful, spiritual, wonderful, benign presences. You made a lovely, inspiring message of hope here. Thank you.
Connie, I grew up going to Sedona and Oak Creek Canyon in the 60's. Way before it was commercialized. It has a very special place in my heart. We camped next to a full-blood Apache Indian with the longest, whitest, most beautiful hair. I guess he could tell I was in a bad way emotionally and he took me under his wing. He taught me about Mother Earth, and about animals, plants, trees, and the Spirit they believed in. I believe he saved my life, at least emotionally. We met them every year at the same camp site for 2 weeks and corresponded for years untilhe died. He was definitely my spirit guide. I still miss him even though it has been a long, long time ago. That is why I want to go on your retreat so much.
Cathe
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