This morning I read a couple of posts on a blog about a woman who will soon be experiencing the second year anniversary of the day she delivered her stillborn daughter, their first child. She held her little girl for some time, but never ever long enough. Tears came. She mentioned as well that she just recently had to take her beloved dog, vomiting and in considerable pain, for emergency surgery. This post was a couple of days ago so I hope her dog is okay. She also wrote about our mass consumerism and consumption during the soon Thanksgiving holiday, happening the same time as this two year anniversary. It was hard to read about her pain, I wished I could make it better. And I wished I could take away all our selfishness and greed that comes with our culture at this time of the year especially. It is something that I find very disheartening to say the least.

I thought about this post all morning, and while my boys were in their art gallery program I sat down at the art café with a nice tea, some headphones with music on shuffle to help me focus, and started to draw.

The top plant is an Elder Tree, symbolizing birth and death.

The tree growing from her palm as well as that of the dog’s tail is an oak, the tree of strength, courage and the will to stand through all things.

I won’t say much more about the meaning of this drawing as I think it speaks on its own, to me anyway. I may add colour at another time but I wanted to do so when I am well rested and not rushing to finish and post on the blog.

Her pain was my pain in the way any mother may feel. I wanted to hug her, make it better. So I drew something for her. She doesn’t know me or that I even exist. I didn’t comment on her post as of yet as I couldn’t find the words. Would she be upset to find I created something from her pain? I did it to make her feel comforted, that this compassionate energy may reach her, wherever she may be, somehow and allow her to feel some ease. I hope it does.

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