Letting in the Light

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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi

Near the fence there are some huge chunks of wood… slices salvaged from the old horse chestnut tree that used to hold my home and garden within its embrace. I loved that tree and watched the seasons change in its leaves; watched the squirrels play and the birds nest there… even writing about it. I felt the life in it, felt its character and history and so I was heartbroken when it had to be taken down.

Leaf mining moths had infested the bole and the sick tree was inspected and found to be rotting away from the inside. It was dying and was no longer deemed safe to hang its limbs over my home. When the massacre by chainsaw was complete we brought three pieces of wood back into the garden to make a little seat.

The seat was dismantled by scaffolders a little while ago and I have yet to reassemble it, but the girth of the branches and the three foot long slice of trunk remain close to the door. I noticed the beauty of the frosted mosses and fungi growing on them when I took the camera out this morning. The frost was heavy and the world wrapped in fog; everything white and the sky invisible until the sun broke through. The camera was a vain attempt to capture the mood and the beauty of the ice crystals that dusted the tousled remains of the day.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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11 Responses to Letting in the Light

  1. I hate the cutting of trees. I feel it as a personal hurt. My mother felt the same way. I never understood, as a child, why she transplanted every baby oak tree she found, but now I get it. And still in the end, after we left that home, they came and cut down her beloved oaks because they were in the way of building new condos. At least your tree was sick. These were the last white oaks in NY state. All the rest had been cut down to use for the masts of tall ships.

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      It is more than sad to see them go. The new high speed rail link no one except the developpers want, just razed a beautiful old avenue of oaks that, even if replanted, would take a century to replace. I feel that hurt too. You can hear them scream…

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  2. beth says:

    absolutely

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  3. Bela Johnson says:

    Whilst i can relate to having to part with a beloved ‘house tree,’ my greatest takeaway is the conclusions reached, once the opening was created. Brilliantly written, Sue. 🌹

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  4. Jan Sikes says:

    A beautiful and poignant post, Sue. You are such an inspiration. I took the liberty of using a quote from one of your blog posts and created a meme that will be in tomorrow’s Meditation post. I hope you will see it and know what an impact you are having on the world. Hugs!

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  5. Robert says:

    Change can be so challenging. ❤️

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