01/10/2020
My Grandmother was made of Maple trees.
A visit with her felt the same as wandering under the branches and shelter of the Maple trees growing up. When she came calmness enveloped the space, the chaos of home, calmed. She brought joy and magic, her hair a beautiful ginger orange. Walking with her or cuddling up together with a book felt like everything paused around you- so much stillness and love. When she wasn’t around, I had the trees. The happy joyful Maples always welcomed me in. If you look, if you feel into this tree it shows you a canopy of protection, a gentle over hang. The leaves flap happily like a loved one waving hello. It’s sweetness can be felt and also tasted. Strong, gentle, full of love and care. My grandma was made of maple trees. In the fall especially, I feel her and see her everywhere.
