When friends become dangerous...

[yldann]

For many years, the trees in my yard have been a source of comfort and peace for me - One of the names given to me is 'the singer with trees'. It is more of a preoccupation than a name - each tree has its own song, and sometimes I'll sing with the tree as I hear it. That name took on a new dimension during the storm. As the wind sang and danced through the branches, I knew that the weaker branches (and sometimes entire trees), would fall. Those that were not quite as strong, which had been weakened either by insects or by age, or which were positioned in such a way to be constantly buffeted by the wind, would not last the night. I have planted many trees in my yard, as I've always loved them. They've made an oasis of magic in my yard - they give the illusion of great distance - when you stare into the grove in twilight, it feels like a vast wood instead of my tiny yard. The energy of it extends into the entire neighborhood. But during the storm I found a new reason to sing with the trees: To give myself some reassurance that maybe if any large branches (or trees) fell, they would fall somewhere other than my house, the neighbor's house, our cars, my head, or my boyfriend! I don't know if I was incredibly lucky or if my connection with the trees actually influenced events, but either way, all the trees withstood the storm and the house and cars were untouched (the people stayed indoors and hoped for the best). There were many branches downed, but they were all small and easily swept up. Power was out for about 4 hours, then restored promptly. We were very, very fortunate. dancinglights posted a photograph of the apartment across from hers: http://www.livejournal.com/users/dancinglights/170935.html

Comments

[silenti77.livejournal.com]

I think they paid attention, and that if any had decided to fall, they would have done so without smashing anything. The older trees out by my old site at 4QF would alays gracefully fall into the narrow areas between the tents and gazebo and never actually on any of the equipment. The trees around where I am now are too small to hurt anything - most of my effort during storms is in trying to keep them safe as opposed to trying to keep them off of the building. Not that we got any of the hurricane out here - just some spectacular cloud formations and a little bit of wind and rain...

[yldann.livejournal.com]

I see you've found my alt account... It started out as a test of the new styles, whereupon it promptly took on a life of its own...

I'd like to think that the songs and connections had something to do with it, but I'm of the opinion that the winds and the rains and the trees are no respectors of persons - they fall upon the wicked and the good in equal numbers... Nonetheless, it made me feel somewhat better that the connection was there...

[silenti77.livejournal.com]

I think the wind and the rains and the trees are just as amenable to rearrangement and influence as any other portion of reality, m'self. I would have been very Disappointed And Upset if everything (wind, rain, trees, etc.) around your house hadn't Behaved Properly during the storm.

Well-loved magic groves are _supposed_ to be immune...

[yldann.livejournal.com]

Not nearly as Disappointed as I would have been...

[yldann.livejournal.com]

> Well-loved magic groves are _supposed_
> to be immune...

The magic of the well-loved grove may have caused the trees to be Whistled Through rather than to be Whooted Upon. Nature creates its own temples and the winds dance through them and with them. I was kind of more 'open' to the wind than resistant to it, so maybe the lack of resistance helped. In any case, the balance of elements worked to my favor. Whew. Also, the outer trees (which lost some sizeable sticks) seemed to protect the inner ones from losing anything more than leaves. The biggest branch (not much bigger around than my arm) was thrown by the guardian at the gate - I had a distinct impression to Move my Car the night before. The branch was where my car had been.

[kyrin7.livejournal.com]

Well you did leave an obvious trail back from tessa's lj. Figured it had to be you.
-TOX

It had to be you, by Rod Stewart:

[yldann.livejournal.com]

"Why do I do, just as you say
Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why don't I try to forget

It must have been something lovers call fate
Kept me saying: "I have to wait"
I saw them all, just couldn't fall 'til we met

It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found the somebody who
Could make me be true, could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad thinking of you

Some others I've seen, might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn't do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill with all your faults, I love you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you

Some others I've seen, might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn't do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill with all your faults, I love you still
It had to be you
It had to be you
It had to be you, woah wonderful you
It had to be you"

Ok, so maybe not _you_, per se....