"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring
storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious
enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are
now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing
with music and life, every fibre thrilling like harp strings, while
incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder
the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are
cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and
dimmer seems the Lord himself." -- John Muir
The
tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only
a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all
ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes
of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
- William Blake, 1799, The Letters
A Plea from the heartwood
The Trees are alive , conscious and Eager, in some cases
desperate, to speak with us. They have great wisdom to share with us
and some have great pain and need that you can help heal. A great
deal of the pain on the Earth is the result of humankind's' choice
to glorify the so called rational mind and to completely shut out
the voices of the other beings that are with us in this reality.
When we refuse to hear the individual voices in this great living
entity That is the Universe we do ourselves great harm .
We can now recover what we have lost and the wisdom that we
have hidden even from ourselves. When we go into the forests and ask
the great trees to remind us of what we have forgotten, as they are
waiting to do. This is when we will heal ourselves and the wounded
Earth. - Author unknown
