Exploring the inner tree hugger

[xrseyre]

Yesterday, part of the crown of a horse chestnut tree which stands between our house and our closest neighbours cracked and fell, taking out our neighbours' power and telephone wires and mostly being stopped on it's way to the ground by another branch - which lasted a few hours and then gave up under the strain. As with several of our trees, this

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[deepthirdman]

"but reason doesn't govern how I feel (I'm sure it used to, and the rational me thinks it still should)."

I know it's no help but I'll say it anyway, I know what you mean.

The bill for the hubris of thinking one is in control of feelings, emotions and destiny is damnably large.

[gillo]

There again, maybe it's resonating with larger things

I'm sure you're right. Hence the semi-apocalyptic imagery at the end of your post. But it's not a Waste Land, you aren't the Fisher King and you don't have an embarrassing wound that must be cured for the land to be whole again. All you are responsible for is getting through, one day at a time.

{{{hugs}}}

I'm sorry for the loss of the tree, though. It is right to mourn something so grand.

[xrseyre]

>>But it's not a Waste Land, you aren't the Fisher King and you don't have an embarrassing wound that must be cured for the land to be whole again.

It's remarkable what you can do with enough woodchip. No, I'm not the Fisher King, more the guddling peasant, and the embarrassing wound is probably incurable.

I'd hoped the land would not be further fragmented.

Thanks for the hugs.