Hasta la Raíz

Grief, trees, and other entanglements

When Great Trees Fall

by Maya Angelou


When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.


When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.


When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.


Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,

fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance

of dark, cold

caves.


And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

Hasta la Raiz

by Natalia LaFourcade


Cuando escribo tu nombre

En la arena blanca con fondo azul

Cuando miro el cielo en la forma cruel

De una nube gris aparezcas tú

Una tarde suba una alta loma

Mire el pasado

Sabrás que no te he olvidado

Yo te llevo dentro, hasta la raíz

Y por más que crezca, vas a estar aquí

Aunque yo me oculte tras la montaña

Y encuentre un campo lleno de caña

No habrá manera, mi rayo de luna

Que tu te vayas.

My companion, grief


No one is the same person they were before experiencing a profound loss. I am no different.


In the months following my mother's death, I found unexpected comfort through the act of photographing and editing images. I had no intention or purpose other than to re-acquaint myself with photography.


While editing, I noticed trees became a recurring subject. Trees symbolize strength, letting go, and growth. Traits I hope to embody in my journey as a griever.


As Maya Angelou wrote, I can "be and be better. For they existed."

This project is dedicated to:


  • my late mother, mi amor eterno, who taught me everything I know about love.
  • everyone whose heart has shattered after losing a loved one and wondered how to mend a broken heart.