I walked down to Montford Park this morning, as I do most mornings, to read, meditate and journal. As the park came into view, I saw a beautiful 60-foot pine tree that had lain down on the tennis courts.
Ironically, I have sat on the [nearby] bench and admired the beauty of her and wondered how she stood so tall and strong on the angle that she was perched.
I find peace in knowing that no one took her life: that she just let go—no violent death by chainsaw, better yet no decision was made by anyone else as to how and why her time had come.
So alas (did I just use that word?), her decision was made to lie down as peacefully as a huge pine tree is able.
I’m quiet with this as I sit and ponder what all this beautiful pine has endured, seen, outlived and felt.
I cry as a truck rolls by with a large power saw on the back of it. The emotion surprises me. I mourn for her as the busy world rolls by; they do not notice that a dear old friend has lain down for the first and last time.
If trees have souls (I believe they do), I am sure that the spirit of the universe swoops them up and welcomes them as their just reward for a job well done.
Power and order will be restored. Life goes on!
— Connie Thornberry