Monday, October 20, 2008
Willow's dreamy voice rose above the talk. "At noon I took some fruit and a flask of the crystal water from your spring. I was led to follow the path at the top of the pasture into the woods. There I sat beneath a great-great grandfather tree. Grandfather Tree and I shared secrets."
She embraced them all with a knowing smile. "He spoke from his wisdom, telling me that this turmoil we are passing through is but a healing crisis -- all shall be well and all shall be well and all shall be exceeding well."
The above is from Art's Blood. Willow's a bit of an airhead -- or so she seems -- but a tree like the one in the picture is, to me, full of a kind of power. I love the way that you can lay your hand on the trunk of a living tree and feel the coolness of the sap beneath the bark as it sucks up nourishment from the earth.
Maybe I'll take this awful cold in the head that has come upon me and go sit beneath Grandfather Tree in hopes he'll tell me the same thing he told Willow -- I'm ready for this healing crisis to pass.