TreesI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth’s flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,and lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918
I found myself sitting in a tree today. It’s not like I woke suddenly to discover that I was in the tree; it was a conscious act, I chose to climb the tree. I’m glad I did.
Life has taken me to some new and exciting places these past few months. Some of the locations are spiritual, accessible only through meditation, while others have been physical places, some of which I never dreamed I would find myself.
Reading tarot cards at a Biker festival was a bit of surprise for me. The whole experience took me out of my normal realm and dropped me in the midst of a community and culture with which I have had little exposure. On top of being a stranger in a strange land, I was doing a strange thing: promoting myself as a psychic reader and performing readings using my relatively new tarot deck. I was amazed at what was coming from within, and from the reactions of the clients who sat down for a reading, I’m guessing my readings were accurate.
So this morning, I sat down to do some more reading about psychic development, and do some meditation. It’s one of those sunny, warm, late spring days (solstice is still 5 days away) and I have all the time to sit and read. Alternating between reading and meditation, and keeping my glass full of iced tea, I took the time to explore my own life, and experiment with some new ideas.
The experiment is how I ended up in the tree. All of the reading I’ve been doing about psychic development stresses a connection to the earth. The earth is a vehicle for both positive and negative energy, and it nourishes the soul. One of the exercises directed me to ground myself by emptying all my energy into the earth, then allowing myself to be filled again with all of the life-giving energy that the earth has to offer. It was at that point that I felt I should climb up the tree. So, I did it.
Trees are incredibly alive. I certainly knew that I’d find plenty of insects, birds and the evidence of their presence. I was not prepared for how fully vibrant and moving it would be to sit in that tree. It was moving, literally and emotionally. As I meditated, clearing my mind of all else and concentrating on one particular issue I am having, I could feel the life of the tree. It swayed, it moved, it vibrated. I could feel all of that life supporting me, and moving me with it. I could the strength and vitality of the tree, and witnessed the flexibility of the strong branches. The thin supple twigs at the far reaches of the tree seemed just as strong as the slowly moving thick trunk. Through it all, I could feel the spirit of that tree, honoring my own humble meditation, holding me up, giving me strength as I asked the Supreme Being of the universe to help me.
The spirit of the Green Man blessed me today. My soul is better for it, my life has been enriched, just because I did some tree sitting.
Thank you, Green Man.