For Anne…

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A couple of weeks ago, Anne went cycling on her own. Twenty-five years old,
she was just a young woman, right at the start of her life, going on an ordinary, little adventure at the end of the day. A young woman, much like myself, much like many of us. A young woman, who never returned home that night & whose body was found dead and discarded in the forest 2 weeks later.

Anne has been on my mind a lot lately. Not just because the news has been dominated by her disappearance, but mainly because her story and all the details of her passing have found a way to my heart and won’t let themselves be shaken off. The cycling trip, the numbered tracks, the day drawing to an end, the world around her dripping with her imminent ending.
In this past week, I have found my thoughts drifting to dark places as I thought of her discarded, lonely self left in that, once so innocent ,forest; so far from those she loved & those who loved her. To me, nature has always been a place to feel fully at ease, a place to recharge & come to terms with the bustle of life. The forest in fall has always been my go-to-place, my unquestioned favourite season.
Yet, suddenly, this same place & this same season were dragged into the harsh light of reality & were made to be stained by the vicious act of Anne’s killer. It’s like I just cannot not comprehend how so much natural beauty & so much sickening violence can co-exist in one place at the same time.

Anne, just another story on the news. Anne, the girl that went cycling & never come round again. Anne, who I never met & was never likely to meet. Anne, whose senseless death has settled within me for reasons I might never fully understand.
This is for Anne. This is for me. This is for the forest in fall. This is for the restoring of innocence & beauty in places where it is lost. This is for all of us who might need this right now….

The forest and the girl

The moss and the fungus
the evaporating dew
the endless singing overhead
the smelling and the creaking
the frail, motionless canopy
the breaking and the falling
the inevitable ending;

The forest and the girl.

2 thoughts on “For Anne…

  1. So beautiful my dear sister. Even though I am all the way in Nicaragua, this story made me look on the news site a bit more often…hoping that they found her, hoping she just wanted to be out of contact a few days…but when I read the news about her tragic and, I couldn’t help but feel sad and angry. So sad and she is in my thoughts too…. I will look for her, and many others like her, in the beauty of the nature that surrounds us.

  2. I think you are right Naomi, that Anne ‘s story has settled in our minds. In a way that’s good, because we don’t want to forget her. I can understand your feelings, your thoughts. It makes me sad to read your words, but at the same time I want to read them over and over again. Thanks for sharing so much of yourself and let’s try to enjoy nature again as a place of beauty, as a place to recharge our lives.

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