Updated: Jan 5
I have a favourite tree I walk to sometimes and climb.
It's about an hour's walk and it's high and the view is wide. There is never anyone near and the arms of its branches are perfect for sitting and thinking. There is a particular reciprocal quality to the thinking - we are in silent dialogue and in walking a regular path over the course of the last two years the trees on this path have been the silent other to my difficult questions. The Hawthorn first - the boundary keeper - and then Ash.
They elicit different responses.
Yesterday I read Hermann Hesse’s Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte [Trees: Reflections and Poems] and was pleased he felt similar:
"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."
Image: insulation tape on wood.