As I was walking, watching the calm lake, I saw the traces of Irma;
Floating branches in the water.
Dried brunches piled for a pickup truck…
Then, I saw a whole trunk base cut.
Exposed roots. like blood vessels, nourishing an absent tree.
I touched and did healing to the left over trunk's base.
Silent cry over angry violent spiral wind, for tearing a living tree from earth.
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Author:
AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2017 09:12
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Thanks fro this AVI ~ I cried with you ! It is devastating when GAIA fights back castigating the entire Human Race for our Profligation and Desecration of NATURE Ignorami like TRUMP say why all the fuss over ONE DEGREE 15C TO 16C ? But it DOES make a big DIFFERENCE and IRMA and Her Siblings are the result ! Sow pollution and reap a WHIRLWIND ! Thanks for sharing HUGS & KISSES ~ LOVE BRIAN XOX
yes dear all is connected and we must understand that, hugs and love , avigail
Well written, Avigail. While it is sad to see an uprooted tree, it is all part of nature's birth, destruction, re-birth cycle.
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