I want to go and sit at the foot of one of these trees. Feel its coolness, hear its sap flowing. I want to feel the support of the tree on my back and hear the wind whisper through its foliage.I want the tree to hide me from the world and shelter me, just for a wee while.
I guess I'm craving space, difficult to catch at this busy time of year. These past few weeks I've been very involved caring for folk bereaved - its that time of year. I've also been involved in loads of fun stuff - but all work nonetheless. Sometimes I just need to escape the intensity that caring brings. but, until a gap appears (or until I can create one), I'll have to settle for a glass of something and some chocolate. Sunday nights are good!
If you were sitting there, at the foot of one of those mighty trees, you might hearing a quiet sobbing only to find that lo and behold, on the other side, would be me.
ReplyDeleteI hope spiritual refreshment finds you soon, you gracious, loving woman.
(In the meantime, here's to something to drink and chocolate!)
Cherie - then perhaps we might console each other. Go gently sister.
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