Sixth in the series of “Ode to Ian” while he recovers from his accident.
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
~ William Blake
In our quest to give Ian some space from aGathering, while he reGathers himself, we’ve tried to produce some images of lone trees for him.
For some weeks now I’ve been casting my eyes and mind around the countryside looking for the trees which you seem to so easily pick out Ian. Everywhere about me I see trees in groups of two, or three, or more. None standing alone. And it came to me that the experience you’re going through must be surely showing you the same. You, and Ailsa, and Kendra, not one, but three trees. Now supported by a veritable forest out there.
We’re all looking forward to you being able to stand unsupported. But the forest is still out there. And maybe you just didn’t see it for the trees.