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Something beautiful now...
Nov. 7th, 2013 10:51 amA few weeks ago something rather traumatic happened. Well, at least to me.
There was this gorgeous old Black Walnut tree that was standing between my home and the home next door (officially on their property) whose canopy reached over my driveway and their parking lot (that home is actually a small insurance company.) Nice neighbors. Clean.
Every year during the autumn season the tree would shower us with missiles of black walnuts like a huge, angry Ent. It was sadly a massive nuisance, causing me to have to run past it, or drive like a mad bastard through the shower of walnuts, and the hulls of course caused huge staining problems if you were hit or tracked walnut stain into the house, and every morning I would hear the neighbors shoveling thousands of walnuts out of their lot trying to contain the carnage. More than once I thought of what life would be like without the daily trauma of trying to not lose my life to a well aimed basket of walnuts falling on my head.
Last week the neighbors had reached the end of their patience, and a tree service came and cut it down. I was sad to see it happen, and even though it was for the best, felt the pain of losing the tree.
Yesterday I woke to a chainsaw again, and looked out to see a man putting a chainsaw to the leftover trunk that was still there.
I assumed that someone was hired to take out the leftover stump, which oddly, was about 7 feet tall. Astonishingly, when I looked out later, I saw that the trunk was being transformed into something magic.
Now, my belief system reveres the West, and my totem for the West is Epona, the horse. This trunk is to the west of me.
Some things are just amazing. Now, I have West in my life always.
There was this gorgeous old Black Walnut tree that was standing between my home and the home next door (officially on their property) whose canopy reached over my driveway and their parking lot (that home is actually a small insurance company.) Nice neighbors. Clean.
Every year during the autumn season the tree would shower us with missiles of black walnuts like a huge, angry Ent. It was sadly a massive nuisance, causing me to have to run past it, or drive like a mad bastard through the shower of walnuts, and the hulls of course caused huge staining problems if you were hit or tracked walnut stain into the house, and every morning I would hear the neighbors shoveling thousands of walnuts out of their lot trying to contain the carnage. More than once I thought of what life would be like without the daily trauma of trying to not lose my life to a well aimed basket of walnuts falling on my head.
Last week the neighbors had reached the end of their patience, and a tree service came and cut it down. I was sad to see it happen, and even though it was for the best, felt the pain of losing the tree.
Yesterday I woke to a chainsaw again, and looked out to see a man putting a chainsaw to the leftover trunk that was still there.
I assumed that someone was hired to take out the leftover stump, which oddly, was about 7 feet tall. Astonishingly, when I looked out later, I saw that the trunk was being transformed into something magic.
Now, my belief system reveres the West, and my totem for the West is Epona, the horse. This trunk is to the west of me.
Some things are just amazing. Now, I have West in my life always.
