I was walking yesterday, among the ancient twisted oaks, as the tail end of a hurricane swept across the land. I was sheltered on the forest floor, but high above me the branches bent and strained in the high wind, creaking and complaining. The leaves fluttered wildly in the wind stream, sounding like rushing water, and the energy of the storm excited everything. The dogs were a little wilder than normal, and all across the dry earth path, the tips of high branches lay scattered, thrown to the ground by the storm.
Then ahead my path was blocked by a sad sight. One of the ancient oaks had cracked and it’s huge old limb had fallen to the earth, still attached to the trunk. Despite the huge crack it’s leaves were still lush green, and then as I approached, I saw something amazing. Beautiful red ribbons were fluttering in the wind.
The motion was so beautiful, and the sight so amazing, deep in the wild woods. I was entranced and mesmerised, full of wonder and questions. Who had tied these beautiful ribbons so carefully and artfully to the cracked oak tree? What did it mean? I stood in the wind watching and wondering, and coming back to myself at the side of the broken tree.
It felt like such an intimate and loving act to bandage the tree in beautiful streaming ribbons, and such a gift to leave it here for me to find. And then I noticed the tiny hand made signs hanging here and there, scattered through the branches. Each one I read deepened my growing smile, but this one has stayed with me right through today, so I thought I would share it.
Such beautiful wisdom, found hanging in a broken tree. If we are in a rut which no longer feels satisfying or comfortable, we need to climb out and try something new.