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#1 Skywatcher

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Posted 01 September 2018 - 11:05 PM

I have a strong relationship with trees. They share with us when we will listen and experience life in the moment. They are individual entities, linked one to another through the network of the living veneer of the Earth. They have much to teach to those who listen and observe...

 

I found this quote tonight, and immediately loved it. I felt compelled to share. 

 

For all the "Tree Whisperers" out there...

 

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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 
― Herman Hesse, 
Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

 

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Edited by Skywatcher, 01 September 2018 - 11:06 PM.

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Posted 02 September 2018 - 07:44 PM

I'm a tree person also. Sometimes I have to go around the block to get another look or go out of my way just to drive by one of my favorites. They just don't get it. Thankfully I live in an area famous for it's live oaks!

Thanks for sharing that

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Posted 02 September 2018 - 10:10 PM

Thankfully I live in an area famous for it's live oaks!

Probably some of my favorite old friends are Live Oaks. I have a lot around me, but when I drive up the 101 close to Buellton, it takes all my effort to not get out and just walk those hills and introduce myself to as many of those ancient entities as I could walk to in a day........................

 

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Edited by Skywatcher, 02 September 2018 - 10:11 PM.

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Posted 15 October 2018 - 07:54 PM

Been dying to drop in on an old friend since this post popped up. Thanks for the reminder guys.

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Posted 15 October 2018 - 09:46 PM

That tree entity is awesome DrM !

I could sit for hours at the feet, watching the "visitors" play in the branches.....................

 

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Posted 15 October 2018 - 10:06 PM

I really love that tree! Puts things in perspective
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Posted 15 October 2018 - 10:59 PM

When I was little, on the drive to my grandmother's house, there was a huge tree next to the freeway that had the shape of a chess knight. I loved that horse. When they trimmed it years later, they ruined it. It was so majestic. I actually felt that trees misery and it felt like a huge violation. When I lived in Tennessee, I had 3 40 foot black walnut trees on my property that were next to power lines. The power company came one day while I was at work and literally cut one whole side of the tree down. I was so angry. There was absolutely no reason to destroy them the way they did. It took ten years for those trees to look semi normal

 

Sky, your Bonsai are gorgeous, and I can tell that there is a special bond there. I am sorry about the two trees you had to cut down. I have the same connection to mushrooms, and feel I have a responsibility to provide the best care I can for them. I am always heartbroken when something doesn't go right because I feel as though I have let a living entity down.


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