I stood in the forest today.
I stood amongst the Standing People
And asked them for their help
In mending my broken heart over the loss of my Beloved Lee dog.
My heart is scattered in broken layers and it feels un-mendable.
As I stood in the sun-dappled shadow of these Great Beings,
They told me they are the repository of all that has transpired upon the land.
All the wars, the fires, the insect infestations, the floods.
They shared with me that my heart is like their tree rings,
All that the world has shown me in the fabric of my life,
Is seared upon the layers of my heart.
The years of great love,
The years of great anguish,
The losses and the gains,
Are all there to be read in my own heart ring.
My love and life with Lee may have changed form,
But it is indelibly etched in my heart.
It has become a ring in my Tree of Life,
A ring that bears proof of the deep and abiding love I shared with him,
A ring that cannot be wiped from the face of this earth.
Rather, it is a beautiful thread that makes my life’s tapestry stunningly beautiful and meaningful.
Lee and I are now woven into each other’s heart rings.
I can never be Rita who did not love Lee, and Lee can never be Lee who did not love Rita.