|Hidden in the mass of ivy, blackberries, and nightshade is an apple tree.|
|Seen sideways, the tree shows a trunk.|
The Things I get to do today are watch my arborist skillfully begin finding the dignity of this grand dame hidden under the vines and bring him coffee to keep warm in the gusting wind. It will take several days, as he removes the wrist-sized ropes to find the trunks, and then calls forth the most elegant shape possible from their configuration. As I watch, it is comforting to know that the demolition and debris are all part of the process, will be tended in their own time, and that all is well, even now. Creative destruction it is called--an essential piece in moving toward balance, beauty and elegance.
|Arborist removing chocking vegetation and beginning to shape the tree|
The chain saw snarls through random arms, leaving those whose reach has hope of some purpose. I love the process. It has the flavor of organizing a room, rearranging the furniture, cleaning out a closet. Things get oh-so-much-worse before they get better. And the better is bliss. Join us for the ride there. (To be continued.)