Saturday, 9 June 2012

Not just any old olive tree

This may look like any other olive tree in Andalucia. To me however, it is a special tree, where, over eight years ago, an abandoned dog looked after her five puppies. One of those puppies became my dear Cara, now no longer in this world.

On a recent trip to Spain, I was able to find the tree again, and in my mind, saw again those wonderful puppies. The inside of the tree is now so large that it could accommodate even more puppies, but thankfully there were no dogs around. Just as well for me, as I could not have coped with importing them into England. It's a journey I shan't make again for sure, but I was delighted that I could see the tree.

1 comment:

  1. THE OLIVE TREE......
    In quiet contemplation l sit beneath a canopy of leaves, searching for a moment of tranquillity and peace.
    Above me a myriad of precious jewels are ripening in the sun, inviting me to stay and fix my silent gaze upon.
    I close my eyes and speak to my creator through my prayers, all worries, doubts and cares.
    Resting by the tree that bears the scars of natures sufferings, l sense it's boughs enfolding me in love and humble offerings.
    The verdant fruits are but a symbol of the gifts we may receive, when we cry 'Abba Father' as the spirit intercedes...!