Your words help me make sense of my own experiences. The shock, anger and grief of watching a dearly loved place be destroyed is overwhelming. The joy we have felt watching the small details change and grow, the anticipation of new arrivals or unfurling petals, gone in an afternoon’s destruction. Thank you for reminding me how vital we are to both notice the stars and to continue to fight for the tree. I am sorry for the loss of your tree friend- and I love you for all the love you put into this world.
Thank you so much, Becca and yes, I recognise those feelings so well and that terrible feeling of not being able to to anything to help. It is so tempting not to weave ourselves so deeply into connection with the places we love but I think that many of us do that naturally and so it isn't really a choice. May all places, and all beings, be so deeply loved at their end.
This is so poignant. We get so wounded by destruction of wild spaces, and pull back in horror. I’ve experienced real grief at chopped down verges and mowed laneways. Why does the concept of ownership ultimately end in destruction? “Owners” could be Caretakers. We should hold on, and hold off, appreciate, encourage, trust, share, accommodate. Love. I love how you point out the relationships we have with others in our environment: the wildling tree, the mullein, Queen Anne’s lace, birds, bees, stars.
I agree, Cornelia. The grief I have felt at the loss of a beloved place, or tree, or plant is no less powerful than at the loss of human loved ones. And yes, if only we could offer space and time so that we could watch and connect. I'm sure that many more people would fall in love with plants, trees, and places. We just don't even see. The number of times I have wept and others have said, "but there was nothing there!" in genuine bewilderment. And thank you; disconnection is the wound, reconnection the medicine x
I'm so sorry. There seems to be no end to human brutality. Though it's little comfort, perhaps the memory of these beautiful things can live in you so that, when the time is right, you can re-make them anew. Much love, many blessings, to you, to them, to all of us.
Thank you so much, Clare. Yes, we carry them with us I think. Good will come of it somehow, in the opening of hearts and making connections with others who feel the same at the very least. Much love to you too x
Your words help me make sense of my own experiences. The shock, anger and grief of watching a dearly loved place be destroyed is overwhelming. The joy we have felt watching the small details change and grow, the anticipation of new arrivals or unfurling petals, gone in an afternoon’s destruction. Thank you for reminding me how vital we are to both notice the stars and to continue to fight for the tree. I am sorry for the loss of your tree friend- and I love you for all the love you put into this world.
Thank you so much, Becca and yes, I recognise those feelings so well and that terrible feeling of not being able to to anything to help. It is so tempting not to weave ourselves so deeply into connection with the places we love but I think that many of us do that naturally and so it isn't really a choice. May all places, and all beings, be so deeply loved at their end.
Holding your sadness in my heart. Thank you for caring.
Thank you so, so much, Francesca. That means a lot to me x
Thank you for the brave vulnerabilities of this post, and especially for the final line, which is such a healing balm.
Thank you so much, Virginia. I am so glad that you found it so x
This is so poignant. We get so wounded by destruction of wild spaces, and pull back in horror. I’ve experienced real grief at chopped down verges and mowed laneways. Why does the concept of ownership ultimately end in destruction? “Owners” could be Caretakers. We should hold on, and hold off, appreciate, encourage, trust, share, accommodate. Love. I love how you point out the relationships we have with others in our environment: the wildling tree, the mullein, Queen Anne’s lace, birds, bees, stars.
I agree, Cornelia. The grief I have felt at the loss of a beloved place, or tree, or plant is no less powerful than at the loss of human loved ones. And yes, if only we could offer space and time so that we could watch and connect. I'm sure that many more people would fall in love with plants, trees, and places. We just don't even see. The number of times I have wept and others have said, "but there was nothing there!" in genuine bewilderment. And thank you; disconnection is the wound, reconnection the medicine x
I'm so sorry. There seems to be no end to human brutality. Though it's little comfort, perhaps the memory of these beautiful things can live in you so that, when the time is right, you can re-make them anew. Much love, many blessings, to you, to them, to all of us.
Thank you so much, Clare. Yes, we carry them with us I think. Good will come of it somehow, in the opening of hearts and making connections with others who feel the same at the very least. Much love to you too x
Such a truly powerful reflection on loss, acceptance and hope.
Your words are so much needed in these times.
Blessings, always xx
Thank you-Kat