Lauren Card Live

I have three trees. I didn’t plant them, none the less they are mine. Guardians on a hillside they watch and wait silently for me. I always know they are there and I believe they know the same about me…waiting for the next time I come to visit.  I’ve watched them go through seasons of change, from summer to winter when they lose all their leaves, beautiful in their nakedness. From the dead of winter to the beginning of spring, embracing the new life within. They are truly magnificent, but someday, like me, they will die.

Two years ago, I went through a life-changing event that made me more reflective. On a walk in search of solitude, I found my trees on a hillside near my home.  I felt heard and understood as I told them my troubles.  They made no judgments, they offered no suggestions.  Instead they encouraged me to be my natural self, as they are.

It occurs to me that it is time to plant trees.  A child somewhere, warm in their bed, is on a collision course with fate.   There will come a day when this child is desperate for friendship and understanding.  I want them to have their own experience with a tree they may come to call their own.

It’s late now, and I am done.  Three small pots from the nursery…carefully installed into the hillside behind my home. These trees, a gift from a giving universe are already pushing their roots down as I get ready for sleep.  Each day and night they will grow stronger and taller, in preparation for the day that they are needed.

I am a bit older now…and I still visit my trees on a regular basis. It’s fall, their colors are changing and they are starting to lose their leaves. I love lying down underneath them, watching and waiting for just one leaf to fall.  I see my own change reflected in their change.  As their branches grow and leaves fall, so do mine.

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