went to visit my weeping beech tree today...it has changed so much in just a couple of years...one large part broke off and now i have discovered another has broken...very lopsided...i have a feeling if the winds hit it just right it will topple over...and so i sat with it for a wee bit...talking to it...listening...patting the trunk...hugging it as i left...then i felt i needed to go back...sit...meditate...so i did...floating away into emptiness...it was a relief to have no thoughts...no hum...to blur and be still...it helped calm and smooth me out...
i love this tree...i relate to it...the wounding...and yet there it is still standing...scars carved into its skin...still living...growing...
i think of it tonight...how it smelled...how it felt under my hands...the kind energy...funny how i am around people and there is all this anger...all this snarling and complaining...yet trees never complain...never snarl...the wind snatches them and tears them to pieces and yet they stand...or not...they dont bemoan their lives...they simply are...until they arent...i admire their simple ways...well rooted in the earth yet they reach up to the stars in their thoughts...and...they reach into me...
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