Within my memory lives a tree that stood in an open field on the road that led to my hometown. When I was a little girl this tree was the “marker” of, hey we are almost there! As a teenage driver this tree meant that I was on the right road. Coming home from college each break, this tree was my comfort, my sign that I would soon be with my family! After I was married I didn’t travel this same road everyday, I was always headed in a different direction. This tree was still a beacon in my memory reminding me of what it felt like to be almost home. When my son was born and we would be traveling home for holidays I was sure to point out my beloved tree. I would share with him how strong and tall this tree stood and how it always whispered to me that I was almost home. In every season it was beautiful. Sometimes just green and leafy, sometimes vibrant orange, and sometimes just branches against the sky, but at all times, it meant I would soon be with those I love.
Years later this tree is now gone. It was struck by lightning. When I was caring for my mom and dad and traveling to their place everyday after work, I would find myself looking over to where my tree once stood, still knowing that I was almost home.
Today my parents, and this tree, are no longer here, but I have truly gone home as my husband and I now live in my parents house. Each day I am once again traveling past the field where my childhood beacon once stood, and yes, I still glance over, and I now know that even when something, or someone, can no longer be seen, the memory of them can still take you home.
Under the canopy of the Great White Cedars,
Ancient spirits dwell,
Protecting,
Guiding,
Healing.
Walk Gently ,
Caress Them.
Be Quiet,
Breathe Deeply.
Love Will surround you
and
Give you
Peace