As I started packing up and making my way to my car. I paused, just for a splinter of a moment. I looked back into the far right of our enormous "back yard".. and the pain of sadness began to fall upon my face. I had spent so many years of my life in these fields, looking up at the sky, taking mid day naps under my favorite pear tree, nicknamed Green Goddess (a.k.a) "Greenie".
Greenie, always produced the most rich and juiciest pears I've ever had in my life! She is also one of the world's best listeners. My earliest memories with Greenie stem from my early childhood of about 3 years of age. At that time, we had a beautiful golden retriever named Lax. We called her Lax, because she was the optimal lap dog that loved to sit with you for hours. I would sit under Greenie with Lax while Mom plucked away at the pears for her infamous fruit salad Saturdays. Mmmmhmmm!
Fast forward a few years, during 7th grade I also had my first kiss under Greenie. Greenie experience my first love, my first heartbreak, and now my reflection over my life. It seems as I grew in my life, Greenie also grew in size and understanding. I know that may sound strange, but I feel even now Greenie understands exactly what is occurring. She understands that in a sense I am saying goodbye, and with the wind whirling through her leaves I feel that is her way of bidding me farewell and strength in my next journey.
The future seems so scary, unknown and vast compared to the comforts, love, and peace I've been used to pretty much my whole life. It seems that I am frozen in time, standing behind my car. My brain is telling my body to move, however I just can not do it!
As Teal Awan said so perfectly, "We do not fear the unknown. We fear what we think we know about the unknown."
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Monet Graham
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