This morning I found a guitar piece sent to my phone last night from my friend Tim. Tim and I have reconnected through face book after having known each other in high school, although we really didn't know one another. I hurriedly listened to the piece not taking in the title nor the accompanying photo. My first thought was, 'Tim's sent me another piece that should be played for the trees.'
Then I rushed out the door to the dentist a short drive away down Woodlawn. I rounded the corner to see traffic backed up only to discover one of the oldest trees in the neighborhood being trimmed to half its size. I feared it's coming down.
If I hadn't been in a hurry I would have stopped to play Tim's song to it. Instead I drove on trying to send loving energy to the tree and the men disassembling it piece by piece. As I drove past under my breath I said, "F#@#$%" then I quickly took it back knowing that whatever I send out comes back around to me. It is hard for me to see trees coming down especially in the name of safety when there are so many other 'unsafe' things like chemicals in the water and air and the junk folks are fed that don't get addressed.
I made it home from my appointment just in time to start work, but left again later in the day to run an errand. I made myself drive by the tree rather than take my usual route. The tree was still coming down and I could not stop. Yet I determined then and there to return.
Tim's photo |
Jerry and I drove down Woodlawn. I placed special oils on the trunk then stood at its massive base. I asked its forgiveness for humankind's negligence and ignoring all the tree life especially my contribution to that negligence. I told it how much it was loved and as I did I played Tim's piece for it again and again imagining its chords reaching all the way "To the Top."
As I looked up, the moon and the three stars of Orion's belt were perfectly situated in the middle of the two trunks. This was the perfect reminder that not only are we connected to one another and the trees but also to the moon and stars.
The vibration of music connects us. Music is the language of the stars that speaks to the trees and our hearts.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 20 Feb. 2013
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