When I was 3, we had a Willow tree in the front yard. I used to like to lay on my back and reach up to touch the branches reaching back. I remember feeling like the tree liked to play with me. I would have been devastated if someone cut it down.
My family was invited to a friend's house tonight for a "bonfire," supposedly in celebration of our friendship and of the shifting seasons. My parents went ahead and I stayed behind for a bit with my sister. When the two of us arrived, our friend approached and told us that she needed some help cutting down a few trees by the side of the road. My sister jumped eagerly at the opportunity, something which I don't blame her for. This friend made it sound like a game. "Let's all pile in my truck and chain a tree to the back and drag it through the gravel into my pasture to pile in this huge twist of limbs." I apologize; I do apologize because I know that was so graphically put, but that's exactly what it was. Reluctantly, I went along. I don't know what I was thinking, except that someone needed to be there who actually respected the truth behind what was happening
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I went back to my parents house for the first time in two years a month ago. The 5 acres of woods that I loved to play in across the street from their house have been wiped out. There is a subdivision there now...
It hurts me...I only wonder where the faeries that used to live there have gone, not to mention all the animals.
I am so sorry that this happened, Bel! Please be comforted in the knowledge that the spirits of those trees knew that they were heard and loved by you. *hugs*
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I'm sorry to hear that.
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It hurts me...I only wonder where the faeries that used to live there have gone, not to mention all the animals.
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*hugs*
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