Month: January 2019

When Trees Talk

There was a time when I would not have admitted that I talked to trees OR that I could ask them questions and they would reply! I would have been considered crazy, in need of meds. Now I’m an Elder, a Crone and have reached that place of knowing that  our whole  society has been programmed to not trust Self. It’s better for capitalism. Once I realized that I gave myself  permission to delve into “trust me and my senses.”

It was just last summer and I had said hello to my favorite 2 trees every day for at least a year  but on this warm delightful morning, I mused, I wonder what your name is and immediately heard, Satcha. But it wasn’t just hearing her name, it was the huge energy that totally embraced me as I heard her name. My heart quickened and  expanded.  l heard and experienced a new frequency. I felt intensely loved.

I couldn’t ask the other tree her name that day because I was already over -awed. The next morning,  I decided, I would ask the other tree. But when I went out I couldn’t help saying “good morning Satcha” and was again embraced with her huge energy, my heart again expanded and I almost fell over.

It took several days until I could accommodate Satcha’s energy and was ready to ask the second tree her name. Part of me was a little scared, what if she was even more powerful? Or would she feel exactly the same even though she was a different variety of tree?

I said, “hello, what is your name?” I immediately heard Frizzel. Then I felt her energy, which was very different from Satcha’s. Frizzel’s energy was more like her airy looking treebody. It too was large and embracing and yet like hugging people, each Treehug is different.

Once I said hello, I learned that both had voices and both wanted to share. They both said people talk to them frequently but it was rare to have a person actually let them communicate. People talked they didn’t listen.

I learned that trees planted alone are bigger talkers. The trees planted as families are not lonely.

I’ve also learned that when it’s cold out I protect myself, my arms hold me closer, hugging my body and  I can’t feel them as much as I can when its warmer. I have given myself the delight of feeling many trees. The elder trees have much larger, stronger energy than the younger trees. It’s very sad how often older trees are cut down and replaced with smaller, younger trees. That brings to mind how older women are often replaced with younger women and Elder people are not much appreciated either.

What do you think?

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Loving Trees

I have loved trees for a long time, but talking and listening to them is new.
This dream I had recently shook me deeply and awakened a need to go deeper into communicating with trees.

A dream woke me this morning, it was actually a foot tall sapling, a baby pine. Her roots were being touched and nourished by an Elder pine. She must be Elder because she’s very tall and sapling can feel her love. But then a few humans come along with a very noisy something and sapling hears Elder crying, then the ground shakes intensely as Elder falls, the tenuous connection of the two pulling away from Sapling and Sapling feels the huge loss of love from Elder plus the lost root connection and wonders if she can make it in this lonely human world.

I felt nauseous and very tearful.I decided I needed to do more to understand our relationship with trees. I wanted to talk to other people who also communicated with trees so I created a flyer and in my walk with my dog Sammy, I stopped at 15 homes with big elder trees and left a flier on their door asking them to call me to be interviewed for an article I was writing if they too communicated with the big Elder tree in their yard. I shared some of my beliefs and experiences.I didn’t ask the trees that day if the human in the house communicated.

So far no calls.

Today I walked by 9 of those trees on our walk again. I asked each tree, does any human in this house talk to you. I got more no’s than yeses. One of the larger trees said it was threatened to be cut down often because it made humans house too dark, Other trees said humans were angry if they had to pick up their branches or cones. Only one tree of the 9 felt loved even though they all have a very large presence of love that extends out many feet from their trunk.

Mostly trees said humans talk at them but don’t ask questions or expect a reply. I plan on visiting with more trees this week.

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Shifting to Wild

Extinction, a word that is causing my stomach to hurt. My mind wants to delete the word as if that might change this course of events. But what I saw in a meditation is that most humans have been trained to control everything in our lives. That means that “wild” is bad, might hurt us, must be controlled.

I think that means it’s time to learn how to be “wild”. What does it mean to be “wild”? I remember as a child every time I got too dirty or did something my parents didn’t approve of, I was wild.

As a female teenager, wild was dangerous. If guys thought you were wild, that meant you were free with your sexuality. Dress codes controlled most wildness. Girls and women have been more controlled than boys and men,they got, “oh boys will be boys.” A woman exposing her breast to feed her imfant in public is still considered too wild,for most women in 2019!
Way too many of us have bought into wild is dangerous or bad. Now we have social media to control our actions and regular media to make sure whatever is done has a file and can be found, just in case we need to be controlled. Of course wildness is allowed in the entertainment world but only as a product, not as something allowed off stage.
What if we as humans have reached a time in which we must each own our wild self, which means letting go of those tight reins controlling our Self or extinction will include humans as well?
What if each day we need to ask, what can I do today to express my wild self? What action will I allow others to see?

My stomach reacts,a feeling arises of my inner little girl whispering, “how wild will you let me be?”

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