Caught in a strange place that emanates from belonging and yet not knowing where I was, I walked among the trees, dappling sunlight filtering through the sky and the cool breeze caressing me. It couldn’t have been more perfect. The distant sound of bird song in the quiet that occasionally broke with the snap of a dry twig that I had stepped on. The wanderer in me at home in unknown dwellings fulfilled with the magic of being in nature.
I have always been fascinated by trees. I imagine what stories they must share. What it must feel like being rooted to the earth and yet growing in abundance towards the sky. What stories they must witness as animals, birds and humans seek shelter in their arms. What happens when their leaves wither and fall, and renew themselves again in the rain. What happens when the axe falls on their branches or the trunk. And when its time is up, what wisdom do they whisper to the winds.
Trees are magical – they unfold lessons in life and living. And blessed are those who plant trees under whose shade they will never sit.
From trees I derive the values of courage in the face of extremities, the humility and strength you get from being rooted to the earth, the positivity and light you find when you look upwards, the abundance that is created from giving selflessly, the timelessness of their beauty and wisdom, the ability to let go, and the magnificence and purpose of being solitary yet connected to all of life.
From observing nature, I know that all things must end one day as we know it. Even the greatest tree must fall to the earth and become the sustenance for the seeds it scattered in seasons past.
But I also know the tree’s secret that nothing ever dies, it can only transform. And from that is the greatest wisdom to have and to hold: to live moment to moment, truly alive in every moment.