I was happy to be out in the woods today. The sting of saying goodbye to Scout was strong. But I know the woods and tree-hugs are healing for me.
This tree got my attention with it's main trunk split into three trunk segments at the same level. It was actually two trunk segments together and one separate. I notice things like this now.. There seems to be meaning. The two together are me and Stanley. I think the separate one represents Perseus. He is our remaining cat. Perseus came to us after the kids left for college and continued on their independent lives. Scout was from the time our family was still together.
I see a high winged tree-angel on the left and light beaming through the open space. Perseus misses Scout, as we do. Last year we said goodbye to Sally. She was the first cat to come to our family, almost 20 years ago. Time moves on. Life moves on. The angel is a comforting presence.
I feel as if some of my grieving is for impermanence. There is no stopping the natural flow of life. Loved ones dying is always a reminder.