I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer
The beautiful Service Berry tree offers gifts each of the four seasons. After the blossoms turn to berries, the Cedar Waxwings come in droves and denude the tree of berries within two days. It is a wonder to see, especially since I don’t see them again until next year. Do they have a special radar that tells them when and where the service berries are? The fall gift this tree bestows is vivid fall colors of red, yellow, and orange. Winter offers time for rest. Her leaves have let go and she hunkers down for the winter, renewing her energy.
Trees continue to be my solace and my teacher. They are rooted to the earth. When I’m fragmented and unsure, I return to nature and the beautiful trees dotting her landscape. I reconnect with the Universe, becoming rooted, centered–coming home to my core essence.
Visiting Northern California, I saw a mighty redwood standing with a gapping burned out hole in its trunk—surviving, but scarred. My life has had raging fires that have burned and scarred. I too have survived these fires that have swept through my life. I stand taller and am stronger for the burning. Trees continue to teach me how to live.
The cypress that bends to the mighty winds–bending but not breaking. It teaches me how to live with the power of the wind and not resist it. I am learning to flow with the changes that take place. To fly with the wind, instead of pushing against it, diminishes the stress that comes with resistance. I feel the freedom that comes with trusting the flow of life.
The trees that have died become nursing logs and new growth begins. As parts of me die, old patterns or habits no longer necessary or useful, space opens for me to create new stories. Death brings life, and my old ways of being are a nursing log for the person I am becoming.
The tree stands in all its glory—proud, majestic, and strong. It survives the many elements and still reaches for the sun with hope of renewed life.
I continue to reach for the sun, to stretch and grow. The sun heals me and gives me hope for tomorrow. May you find and befriend the gifts of trees to support nourishing growth within your being.