Are the young cottonwood volunteers
(perfect beaver food)
that have grown up here after the flood.
We also planted a number of trees
and now we have a beaver
who thinks nothing of taking down
a major tree……
which is exactly what happened.
It’s interesting to receive a heavy blow
from a creature I have reverence for
Like God , a beaver can deliver your next dose of woe
without bating an eyelash
I stand in Awe tinged by Anger
It had been John’s job to wrap the tree
So my first impulse when I saw it down
was to get mad at him.
And as it often is in relationship
the coming together in a shared grief
is at first fractured by guilt or it’s equivalent…
“We should of been better prepared”
“We’re too old to manage this place”
So on this cold winter afternoon
John went out to wrap trees.
Attending to the effort of living
our softness returns….
dancing under the moonlight
(to the Moody Blues)
Two beavers- or one beaver and God
or two parts of a mutual God
Who can say?