Weeping Willows make me nostalgic. My grandmother had a very majestic one in her yard when I was a girl.
Just for fun, I asked a few of my girlfriends their thoughts about Weeping Willow trees. To my surprise, many of them brought up images of sadness. I mean, I guess that makes sense as it is a “weeping” tree, but it isn’t what I think of.
I think of fun summer afternoons with the willow swinging in the breeze. It brings to mind a particular game of hide-and-seek where I successfully hid beneath the tree long after all the others playing had been found.
In my line of work, we talk about creating an imaginary place of calm, which is sort of a place that you can go to in your mind that creates calm from anxiety (or worry, or whatever has you worked up). In my inner peaceful place, there is a weeping willow and nearby, a gazebo where my grandmother tends her flowers. There is also a lake with swans and a paddle boat. The temperature there is always perfect and there is always fresh-squeezed lemonade.
The afternoon we visited this park, I noticed a loon was perched nearby as we were approaching the tree. Not quite a swan, but it was a beautiful bird to watch. It was such a soft, peaceful afternoon, I couldn’t help but think that although this isn’t quite my space, it does give me a real tangible place to go that almost nearly brings “my space” to life.
When working on my blogs, I typically just jot down a few ideas and then later I come back when to write out the full post. When I first added the post, there were several directions I thought I might take; however, today, I’m having a much harder time rounding it out, because my heart is heavy and goes out to the families and friends of all the victims from the Vegas shooting.
For now, I think I will leave the post as it is and pay respects to all those who lost their lives.
(Insert moment of silence)
Until next time, here’s to hoping that those of us that are filled with sadness and loss can find our inner happy place and maybe visit for a while.