Photo: Hands in the Garden
Willow sway -no other tree,
hiding secrets -you and me.
Gently gliding, dancing free,
inviting patrons to listen…
feel the breeze.
I love other blogger’s posts that take me back in time. Personal time.
When my Anna was born, we planted a willow in the backyard to commemorate her future. It was a twig, no more than a 1/2″ circumference and about 3 feet tall. It grew quickly, soaking up the swampy spot in the yard. In less than six years, it stood over 15 feet tall and 3 feet around. It was a magical playground. Summer picnics and stories, shared with stuffed toys and imaginary friends, were abundant.
Being a soft-wood tree makes it easy prey to storms. One fateful summer, her willow was blown over. Everything inside me was invested in that tree… and in her. Lost to the wind… My dreams for my daughter were broken.
It was prophetic, that summer storm, but I was too busy to hear.
Tragedy has struck more times than I dare count. Grief is my dearest friend. Hope is but a splash of dew that fails to quench desire. Joy is bittersweet.
Even this week has been countless disasters; small and large. Seems silly. To think storms break us, but they do. Even the small storms are difficult to overcome.
Who knows the future? The only way we stop mistakes is to consider the past. Resilience, like the willow, comes from making our roots deep.
So, as the hummingbird who sits through the storm, head down, in prayer, I face the world which threatens me daily, knowing love overcomes all.
may my faith always be
at the end of the day
like a hummingbird…returning
to its favorite flower.
–Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence