Healing with the trees

I coach my author clients to sit for as long as it takes to get words on a page.  This morning, my resistance is robust.  I am pulled to zone out.  I don’t want to write.  Tired of saying the same things in different ways, I worry you are tired too.  I indulged in a very large peanut butter cookie last night (I know, alert the press!) and have a sugar hangover.  Fuzzy headed, my thoughts are sludge.  I misplaced my reading glasses so I squint and barely make out the screen.  Yet, still I sit.  I remember my darkest day yet was the day I chose not write… I don’t want to go there again.  Writing has become my way of greeting the day, of processing what needs to be processed.  Yes, I may be saying similar things.  My brain is still attempting to make sense of the nonsensical.  It is still processing the trauma.  And, as the numbness wears off the jagged reality emerges.  There is no going back.  This is my new life.  Who would have thunk it?
Yesterday, I watched the last of the metal scraps that once were my house be towed away.  As the flatbed flexed to pick up the load, I caught a final glimpse before it disappeared from view.  Pieces of my house, pieces of my life, memories turned into heaps of metal tumbled together then vanished down the road on their journey to recycling.
As I waited for my next “appointment”, with Skybeam (our internet provider), a mostly decimated Aspen grove beckoned me.  Heeding the call, I sat with the trees for a few minutes.  The moment I entered the grove, I felt their sadness, saw their tears, experienced their pain.  Some had exploded into tiny pieces, dismembered, the stark white bark against blackened soil.  Some lay intact, yet disconnected forever from their earth, their roots turned into black sooty mush.  Some remained standing, their ultimate fate unknown.  Smokey perfume filled the grove; I held their dead bodies and wept for us all. 
Then Skybeam showed up and I shifted gears as we went to explore the next phase of this journey – the prospect of home office-ing out of our Airstream.  It turned out that the strongest signal is at our property, and I made the executive decision that we would move the trailer to our land and begin living there May 11th. 
Miraculously, grass is growing on the land bringing some color and life to the moonscape.  It is fitting to think about living there again.  Like us, it is scorched, edgy, raw, tired, and wounded and yet the will to transform is evident.  The invitation is to walk through this together.  The dark sooty ground, mangled trees and scorched rocks will normalize our pain.  The delicate clumps of green grass will remind us of the regenerative power of nature. 
The world will go on, yet we will heal gradually with the land.  We don’t have to rush our process.  It will take decades for the land to truly heal.  It will be patient with us and we will be patient with it.  When the world seems to forget our pain, we will be comforted to know the land hasn’t forgotten.  Eventually our scars will mend and something new will arise.  We can’t know what it will look like yet.  We can’t know who we will be yet.  We will discover who we will become together.  Every season we will morph and change, yet our hard-earned raw beauty will remain, always a reminder of the power of fire to transform.    

  • Tanya Buck
    Posted at 14:35h, 28 April

    Kristen, I can’t speak for others, but I am not tired of your words. You are so eloquent, so honest and sometimes so raw that I find myself thinking in the afternoon, over an image you offered that morning.

    Today, your aspens will stay with me, their sweet smell mingling with the tangy odor of ash. And the image of you all crying together. Breaks my heart that there is nothing I can do, nothing I can give you and David; but you are finding so much within this and sharing it with us. Thank you for this gift and hug those trees whenever you need to. Love and light sister!

    • Kristen Moeller
      Posted at 16:58h, 05 May

      Thank you Tanya. You are giving us love – not to mention my gate and books!

  • drguenette
    Posted at 14:53h, 28 April


    It’s really sad to hear about all you’ve lost, but then I rejoice for all you are discovering anew: your writing is absolutely wonderful!

    I can’t help but think of that pesky Phoenix, and admire you for rising to the challenge this life has offered you as a result of this misfortune.

    You have been in my heart and mind daily since this event occurred, and I remind myself how grateful I am for having our paths cross when they did. May we share many great successes together, and forever keep our collective focus firmly set on the beauty found in all of life’s many wonders.

    You are an inspiration.

    Big hugs,

    • Kristen Moeller
      Posted at 17:05h, 05 May

      Thank you Christian! Much love to you too.

  • Laurel
    Posted at 18:21h, 28 April

    I am thrilled to hear you are airstreaming it on May 11!

  • Sara Nowlin
    Posted at 22:52h, 28 April

    Thank you for grieving for the trees – I am glad you are giving voice to their pain.

    Excited to hear you will be back on your land in less than 2 weeks! The green grass sprouting is a fantastic reminder of your new sprouts among the devastation. So perfect!

  • Lauren Byrne
    Posted at 14:57h, 29 April

    May 11:) A good day. Much love and light, can’t press my coffee without thinking of you and David! And I read you daily girl, keep it up.

    • Kristen Moeller
      Posted at 17:06h, 05 May

      Don’t forget the cardamom 🙂 Thanks for reading!!!!