I know this will come as a blow to many who have had their trials, joys not to mention life achievement, witnessed by Felicity the Ficus. A tree now late of the Lay Common Room in the Hall of Pure Offerings, Throssel Hole Buddhist Abbey.
There is nothing like a tree to bear witness. That’s witness for example to one’s Lay Ordination ceremony, which is definitely a significant moment in one’s life as a Buddhist. Or a living thing to keep you company when feeling alone. Take a walk amongst trees and you walk with friends.
One becomes attached to the known, the reliable, the undemanding and ever giving. I miss her too, all through lockdown and when we had no guests here I’d visit, pleading with her branches not to give up, to put on new growth even though it was cold and lonely. New growth came when guests returned, and the heating put on again. I anthropomorphize with no apology.
This week I elected to stay in a room in the Hall of Pure Offerings for the period of the monastic retreat. Room 7. Each time I pass the opened door to the common room on my way to a meditation period, I glance in and notice the space where once a graceful and loyal ‘friend’ once was. Call that sentimental attachment? Possibly.
Most people can wax lyrical about trees. And why not?
Note: The tree went to a good and caring home locally, in Allendale. Two people dedicated to caring for and growing plants, and caring for people too. Thank you.
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The tree was taken away in September. I had no part in it’s leaving, although I did manage to wave goodbye and take this photograph before the doors of the van were closed. I hear it is fine and has a temporary place at the end of the bed of the couple who have adopted. When they have finished their attic room conversion, it will go up there.
Why is it I find it disturbing to see the tree transported unceremoniously surrounded by back of van detritus?
Oh dear. After so long. Feel quite sentimental! Not keen on impermanence. _/\_
Chris, hi there good woman. Who is keen I wonder….well, until you realise imperminence is the best ever.