02/06/2026
Today marked the final burn of a sacred tree.
She was the tree I came around the corner and fell in love with—the one who guided the decision to place the deck in the heart of the cove she guarded. I made offerings to her. Leaned against her when words weren’t needed. She held my body, my hopes, my dreams.
When the storm came through on May 9, 2024, and she was lost, I knew this wouldn’t be a quick or tidy goodbye. Grief asked for time. Respect asked for patience.
Tonight, the page turned.
The burning of her was not ceremonial for others.
It was personal.
Just me, her, and Chopper.
As the flames did their sacred work, I honored what was—and what will be. This place will now become a fire pit. Benches made from her trunk and limbs. A place for warmth, story, silence, and shared presence. Her life continues, just in a different form.
Nothing was rushed.
Nothing was taken lightly.
Thank you, old friend.
You are still holding us. 🔥🌿