I'd like to share a special memory with you about a very special place in my childhood. I wrote about it in my memior - Everyone's Child. I have rewritten and used this poem about it for several different situations.
Come! Join me under the willow tree!
My Willow Tree
As a child I sat 'neath an old willow tree.
The space was enchanted. It's spell fell on me.
I could be a singer or painter. I could write without fault.
Then the spell broke - I became an adult.
Now memory lets me sit under my tree,
to release the thoughts of the child in me.
These cascading branches that kiss hallowed ground,
set me free as they nurture, protect and surround.
There is no stress under this tree.
I'm never rejected. I'm free to be me.
My thoughts can rise, they can soar, they can billow.
I'm enchanted again 'neath my old weeping willow.