A favorite tree I call Matilda went through a heavy pruning this week. I watched from the window as the elevator crane operator whirled himself up and down as if on a carnival ride trimming her full leafy branches that soon lay in a big heap at her feet, covering most of the yard. When he finished, I was grateful to see that she was still standing.
With no rain for months, I worried. The shock of that drastic pruning and no rain might cause her downfall. But like grace, heavy rains came through the night and soaked Matilda to the bone. Refreshed and renewed, she was a picture of celebration. A happy countenance, arms raised skyward, she greeted Mother's Day in a sunshine glow. A lightness of being. A testimony that we may experience a long arid season in life, and then if that's not enough--a drastic surprise pruning, leaving us in a quandary as to who we really are.
But the rains come to nourish just in time, and we are born again, ready to celebrate life once more. And, through it all, angels watch over us from above, just like these white celestial clouds pictured here. And, soon we too will be waltzing like Matilda.
Happy Mother's Day. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
