I freak out when trees get cut down from my old house. Today I went and got wood from the one tree, only the one branch was taken down. The one in my photo that I had climbed up on. I've attributed meaning to it ... that's the tree when I used to be able to experience the ecstatic in life. Now it's cut down and attribute too much meaning to that like ... so I got a piece of it. They also cut down an oak so I got some logs. I have to let go. There are so many other trees in the world I don't have to have so much attachment to these trees. I worry myself that I can't let go. If I ever go to the retreat again I will bring a little piece of it for the fire.
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