My half dead Pecan tree has come back to life. The Hollys and the Hackberries have bloomed forth their full leaves waving in the breeze.
The Spanish Oaks, oh my, and their serrated twig tips full of greenness. A leaf is a twig tip as a nut is a tiny tree. Brain shaped pecans for example. The BB sized Sugar Hackberry seeds that the Squirrels love and drop all over the ground after devouring their flesh.
I find it easy to praise these stalwart sentinels reaching high into the sky, connecting heaven and here below. We are children of the trees. The Tree of Life, our own family tree, the branching of streams as they make their way to the sea are all part of our mind and our myths. The synapses in our brain, too, branch and unfold and make meaning with their connections.
In Oregon they have a special funeral rite where your ashes are placed in a cardboard box with a seed of your choice: apple, pear, persimmon. That’s what I heard. You can imagine what happens next.
Traffic engineers know that if you plant trees alongside a roadway, cars will naturally slow down. No signage necessary.
I love trees. My heart is calmed by their presence. Birds flock to them and hawks careen through their branches just to watch them scatter. Fun for the hawks. Mockingbirds set up shop and sing for the dawn, sweet glassy piercing shots of pure sound glissiding thru the air. I awoke to it this morning and lay in bed listening with my heart full of praise.
They are complimentary, crown and root, symbiotic fungi and the hidden darkness underground, leaves exchanging oxygen for carbon dioxide in the light. Have you ever been complimented by a tree? Then you have never smelled the sweet fragrance of a Huisache riding on the breeze for free. Deeply personal, it penetrates to the core of our brain exciting memories and associations along the way.
When day is done their dappled leaves pronounce the dusk and dim. Vespers is the name. Gentle but strong is their nature. They hold my heart. They console me when I’m sad. They make me joyous when I’m happy.
Podcast music by Men I Trust - ‘Show Me How’. I thought it fit.
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