Tana - Reflection

March 28th came and went and I was unable to speak. On March 27th from our backyard I watched an old three-story house being clawed down by a giant orange machine. Shocking to see it only took an hour and a half. The last thing standing was the front door in its jamb. It is said that our homes metaphorically represent our souls. So it was sombre and meaningful to me to see "the way in" enduring the carnage and still standing. The next day a man in a red hardhat began to lop off giant limbs of one of two magnificent cedar trees at the back of the property. Several minutes later it dawned on me that he was not pruning but was taking the tree down. And so a healthy, 80 foot cedar, who knows how old, was felled. I was filled with such grief and anger. The only solace was the fact that its twin was still standing. The following morning I awoke to the sound of chainsaws and the twin cedar was coming down so the new owner could dig a basement. I had not cried that hard for a long time and the sorrow remains with me everytime I look out expecting a curtain of green. The City allowed this. The same city that wants to make Vancouver the greenest city and wants to plant a gazillion more trees. HAH. I am well and truly disgusted.