A few weeks ago I woke up with a feeling of certainty that something was wrong. I checked my phone and email but there were no dire messages. I wondered what was amiss.
I went outside for a walk and noticed a tree in our front yard. I never really gave it a good look before. I saw that a thorny vine bush below the tree had grown up into it and had killed many of the tree’s branches. It probably took five or so years to get to be like this.
I got it that what was wrong was the tree was in trouble. It was being slowly killed and it couldn’t protect itself. I’m really close with the land that I live on. I garden and grow and prune the trees, bushes, and plants with a natural feeling of love. Because of that connection, the tree reached out to me to let me know it needed help. I was moved by the tree.
I got some clippers and went to work. I was able to cut the vines that reached up into the tree. But I couldn’t pull them down out of the tree because they had wrapped around the branches. I told the tree that I was going to find someone who could dismantle the bushes vines from its body.
Yesterday the person came over and removed the vines. The tree has been set free. I’m going to work on removing the bush so the tree will remain safe.
This experience made me think about loving my space. The love I have for where I live connects me to it, and lets me know what it needs. I think that’s the case for all of us. When we put attention on our living space, we can get a sense for what it needs.