The Feeling Tree

©Jason I. Stutz 2019

“I’ve had better days,” mused the wry tree.  He was still in the glory of his days when he was stumped by the real estate developers, all his glory now held in his roots until they come to tear those, too, from the plot they bought from a man who bought the plot many years, many years back.

I will receive his energy- my wise counselor, my comforter, my father archetype, dearest of all friends- then.

I pressed my forehead onto the flat of his top and gave him the stone of grief I held in my heart.  He took it and I wailed, my tears on his wood flowed and flowed.  He drank them into his roots and I felt comforted.  I fell with my chest upon him and our hearts hugged.  Many moments in our embrace- he released, I released, we released.  They are coming to change the earth around him- soon.