A Tree and Me (3)

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167039429822184408.post-20699002791882850022008-06-29T16:02:00.006-04:002008-06-29T17:35:53.651-04:00A Tree and Me (3)<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfsx_YNkvI/AAAAAAAABsI/ZZHzkBNIo40/s1600-h/CatinAFencedrawing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217399036902740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfsx_YNkvI/AAAAAAAABsI/ZZHzkBNIo40/s400/CatinAFencedrawing.jpg" border="0" /></a>As you can see from the above drawing, I have been "playing" again. I am working on a new icon, but took a break to draw this funny kitty cat. The drawing is entitled: "Cat in a Fence"! I am still trying to get a bit healthier -- hoping that I will soon feel better -- so, rather than listen to me complain, let's just move on to the next installment of my illustrated art therapy story from some years ago. A Tree and Me continued... <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfridIArpI/AAAAAAAABsA/WDAQcUfMTk8/s1600-h/DreamHappyPlace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217397670498315922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfridIArpI/AAAAAAAABsA/WDAQcUfMTk8/s400/DreamHappyPlace.jpg" border="0" /></a>The next day, while taking my afternoon nap, I had another dream. I saw myself as I am now: scarred and in pain, but still green. I was standing next to a lovely, little stream and surrounded by birds and covered with butterflies. You know how the butterflies swarm when they are migrating and how they need a place to rest. I must say, they do tickle just a bit! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217397334043347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfrO3u5SdI/AAAAAAAABr4/yxH10NOniwU/s400/BlueButterflies.jpg" border="0" /> Anyway, as the dream continued, I was suddenly aware of movement inside of me. I looked and there in my branches – right where the lightening had struck me so long ago – was a robins’ nest. The mother robin was sitting on the nest and the father robin was hovering close by. As I listened closely, I could hear the eggs underneath the mother bird starting to crack open. Both parents were very excited. I watched with delight as the babies struggled and the parents helped and soon there were four baby robins crying for food! What a noise that was. <div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217397010600025730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGfq8Cz_3oI/AAAAAAAABrw/yOOhURt2CwQ/s320/Dream2HappyPlaceCloseup.jpg" border="0" />As I watched the parents excitedly catching bugs and bringing food for their babies, I marvelled that an old and broken tree like me could be the home to new life. I felt so very happy and promised myself that I would do my very best to protect this little family sheltering in my branches. (to be continued) May peace be with you.Salliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623290366097443724noreply@blogger.com