Tree Wisdom


magickal tree in high park, toronto

Magickal Tree in High Park, Toronto I found on my visit there in 2013

 

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

~Hermann Hesse,  Baume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte (Trees. Reflections and Poems)

 

About Tania Marie's Blog

Tania Marie is an international Reiki Master Teacher, Intuitive Energy Guide, Sound Channeler, Visionary Artist, and Author. With over 25 years’ experience in healing arts and metaphysical studies, Tania inspires people globally to embody their essence, access creative empowerment, expand into more conscious awareness, and to harness their magick and imagination to create alchemy for living in harmony.

Posted on November 13, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Reblogged this on Laura Bruno's Blog and commented:
    Just lovely!

  2. Reblogged this on Spirit In Action and commented:
    Thank you Tania Marie! It is hard to live in a land where the mass murder of trees is considered “progress”, and where so many take pleasure in destroying plants and trees each week-as loudly as possible. So beautiful and comforting to read these gentle, contrasting words!

  3. When I was in college (Art School), I had a course that had an interesting project. Find a tree, any tree, and spend an hour with it weekly. Draw/paint the tree, and in the end write a paper about the tree. I do not remember the paper well, but I wish it sounded a little more like this. I still live in the same city, and pass the tree sometimes.

    I have a habit of talking to trees in my head. I do not hear a response, but sense them. I talk to them about their beautiful leaves, the cold weather (the tree usually doesn’t mind), a good amount of rain, and random tree topics.

    I doubt this might sound weird to readers of this blog, but not something I’d go into great detail about with my psychologist. He might misunderstand, but I think about it this way, perfectly healthy people talk to God all the time. They sense (often without audibly hearing) responses. Just because I am labeled Schizoaffective, don’t mean I need to evaluate every thought. Yet, just because I am labeled Schizoaffective I have a tendency to over-evaluate thoughts.

    I have the combination about being both mildly psychic and mentally ill. It is a confusing combination that leads me to examining many things to see if a normal person would do the same.

    • you’re right, nothing you shared sounds weird or strange in any way. i talk to all plants, animals, rocks, crystals, the elements….you name it. thank you so much for sharing your personal experiences, as i feel it helps others who go through similar to know they are not alone and in fact also not “weird”. i think it’s very healthy to explore and examine things from all perspectives, which helps us to expand and grow. one key aspect is to keep ourselves grounded and balanced, which nature will assist with, as we connect with her.

  4. Reblogged this on Forever Unlimited and commented:
    Some of my best friends have been trees. ❤

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