On Trees and Mothers...
Happy Mother's Day!
Trees come to my mind on Mother's Day. The rings and the branches and the blossoms and the bark.
My tender core is surrounded by the rings of my ancestral mothers, of my own mother who bore me, for all those mothers who tended me, mentored and advised me well. Cameron's too. My beautiful branch, pruned too soon.
I feel the stinging, ringing, soul-shredding chainsaw burn of grief... my own as well as empathically feeling the pain of my community forest carries. My fellow trees, bending through the storms of mourning, reaching out for support, grieving their own pruning of branches and blossoms... children, mothers, mother figures... may we all be soothed with salve of gratitude for their having lived, touched, and helped to shape our lives and selves. They will always be part of who we are.
These maternal influences both feminine and masculine, merge to form the protective bark that holds me together, gives my life texture, stability and strength. Thank God for trees and mothers.
#gratitude #motherslove #mothersday #trees
As another Mother, Henry, I am so moved by this beautiful writing you offer! Thank you and an echoing "YES!" to your tribute to trees. I am honored to be linked to trees in your heart. What a privilege. You likely know that scientists have discovere that there are "mother trees" whose knowledge is communicated to the family around her through the tips of their roots. When a mother tree is cut down, the whole community of trees who relied upon her suffer. So, your image is more apt than you might reallize! Thank you! And happy mother's day.