Wisdom of the Wood
When the trees came to me deep in the night, I listened while my mind slumbered... With my soul did they speak of long adventures in past epochs, distant memories transcribed on our cells of relationships which could never be rent asunder. We walk this world in separate bodies, along the same desired path - learning how to be in the many ways there are in this world. Trees know of plants and soil; what it is like to make sugar of sunlight. To offer sustenance to others by way of bark, fruit, and medicine, be struck by lightning, go dormant in winter to rise again in spring. To stand tall in the wind and scatter seeds, then willow away at the end of life, chipping off slowly, returning to soil. They wonder what it is like to be human…to understand how tears mean both deep sorrow and great joy. How is it that the water rises in our bodies and moves in and out through orifices so vastly different from theirs? What it is like to feel their bark with our tender fingertips, a