It had started to rain after I lay her down in the earth beneath the new maple. She was our oldest and her death was sudden.. we were not at all prepared. I told the husband later that the earth was weeping at the loss of her. He replied that it was a good way to look at it, that she was a princess among cats. I sent with her a charm of crow feathers and evil eye.
Our little garden has been in chaos.. workers damaged a good part of it yet again and we felled our old maple. I spent the rest of the weekend straightening out what I could, stopping occasionally to talk to our little princess. My hawthorn baby would not fit the spot.. no tearful goodbyes though, she is going to join an old witchy friend of mine to live out life in a land of celebrations. The new one’s serenity was just what was needed, and so it all worked out.
The maple is a traveler’s wood, associated with the moon and the elemental energies of water. It is useful in works dealing with change, communication, knowledge, and spiritual healing. I find the maple to be a tree of quiet contemplation and gentle protectiveness.. it is why I laid her there. It is my hope that our new protector will wrap roots around her and hold her through the ever after.