Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Sunday, May 3, 2020
An Inner Tree
Wild Woman had to grow an inner tree,
of necessity,
in order to be strong enough
to support the four young saplings
growing off her trunk
when times grew tough.
They thrashed and heaved in the wind.
Wild Woman stood firm,
in order that they should find
some strength to cling to
as they pitched and turned.
Wild Woman's roots reached
deep down in the earth to steady her toes.
She rested at night, then,
in morning light, restored,
like the sun, she rose.
Even trees get tired. Wild Woman aged.
The time came when it was their turn
to fly, to make great wheeling arcs
across the sky.
Wild Woman let them go.
She was no sage
but knew they'd find their own way,
by and by.
Making the Soul Card Journey with Elizabeth Crawford.
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It is such a hard thing to let go, especially of our children. Wild Woman is both loving and wise.
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Even trees get tired, yes they do but, you are a tree of strength. That is a fascinating art card.
ReplyDeleteYes, we must let them go to find their own "treeness". A wise and lovely poem.
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