Years ago, in the early 1990s, friends of ours remarried at the old farmhouse beneath the Willow Tree pictured here. The tree at that time was flourishing. It rose to the occasion to have such a dignified ceremony beneath her welcoming Willow Healing Love.

Tomaso and I, even though we did not formally remarry then (or at any other time), remember feeling as though we rededicated our marriage to the Willow Tree that day. We are pictured here as Tomaso read a poem he prepared for the occasion.

Our dear cat was captured in the photo, too, as she went about her hunting duties.

Crystal- a poem by Tomaso

Covered branches
Life locked tight inside
For how long?
For what end?
If the knowledge of spring
Did not exist inside this tree
Could it survive the winter?

Reincarnation-a poem by Tomaso

The shifting sound of the river in spring
Brings euphony to the silence of winter
The primal cry of the sprung child
And the death rattle of old age
Simultaneously resound
In the united crash and thunder
Of the crackling ice
To die
Is truly to be reborn again