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With the afternoon heading inexorably
towards evening at a pace…
and a two-and-a-half hour drive
before our next hostelry
ahead of us…
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We probably did not really have time to explore…
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But I am so glad we did.
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Deep within the Forest of Yore…
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We discovered a Clootie Tree…
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And an Old Celtic Chapel.
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Stuart France 
wow, very cool
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We thought so too…
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Reposted to LinkedIn. I must remember to bring some pretty colored rags to tie to a Clootey tree if I come across one. This is a lovely journey!
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I’m not sure those rags are all that good for the tree and the Earth…perhaps a stone or crystal would be better. Or a simple blessing. ❤
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Proper rags are okay, synthetic ones a definite no no…
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I LOVE that you both are so sensitive to nature, for it does need us all to protect it. I like both of your ideas. As an artist, I have often put things in the trees in my yard or done other things to celebrate them.
Here in the U.S. at Christmas, it is a tradition for commercial growers to cut down Christmas trees. One Christmas I had gone to a plant nursery/hardware store, and there were two forlorn Christmas trees lying out on the parking lot. It made me so sad, for these two trees had given their lives to be Christmas trees. I went inside to the man at the counter and asked him about the trees. He told me that they were just two left from the ones cut down and that I could have them if I wanted. Well, that was enough for me.
I went back to the trees, and began to load one into my little 21-year-old Honda Civic Hatchback. The other one would not be so easy though; it was terribly heavy, definitely beyond my strength. So I went back in and asked the man if he or someone there could help me and someone did, so the trees left with me on their way home. My plan was to get each of them into a bucket of water and then put perhaps a single pretty hanging ball on it so that they could at least die in dignity and respect for their lives. When I got home, however, I managed to get the one into the back yard and into its bucket, but the other one would not come out of the car. So I went to the home of the maintenance fellow, Richard, and asked him if he would help me. He came right away, and though he might have thought I was a bit nutty, he helped me without making fun of me or anything else. Afterward, with the two trees settled in between my other young fruit trees, I loaded Richard into the car, gave him a bit of money for the help and then took him to breakfast. Not only did the trees get saved, but Richard is now my significant other, for the trees showed me a man with a very beautiful life character, and a life that was worth a lifetime of love.
Now there is a little footnote. The next morning when I woke up and went out to check on the Christmas trees, I noticed that all the little fruit trees were honestly holding up and supporting the Christmas trees, or perhaps they were welcoming the other trees. It touched me very deeply, and to me, was a clear sign that every tree has a spirit just as we do. They are part of us and we are part of them. So thank you for the lovely thoughts. It is interesting that my dear friend who posts often, Savvy Raj, and I just were writing about the sacred aspect of trees.
I did a series of art quilts, “The Secret Lives of Trees,” and they are all sold now, but I must do more. I so love to create trees in my art. Thank you both for the lovely thoughts. Anne
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