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A few words about trees, roots…

sun light passing through green leafed tree

Sometimes it’s a good thing to put down roots.  Not everyone wants to travel.  Some like to ride out the storm in one place and just send seeds to see the rest of the world.  Either way…as long as one is happy, that’s all that matters.

Trees tie us to the earth.  They ground us and show us what strength and beauty are.  Never take trees for granted.  Always be respectful and polite. If it’s okay with the trees, hug them.  Show them love and kindness.  We are so very fortunate to be able to see and have them.  Don’t ever forget that.


Photo:  Jeremy Bishop

Trees…a poem

gray asphalt road in between green trees during daytime

know how to keep secrets
they never tell
where nests are located
where a bunny or deer is hiding
where a boy and girl
had their first kiss
or where a new sprout
is pushing its way out of the earth

trees take everything in
and then let life move on
down it’s own path
in its own way
in its own time


Photo:  Cole Freeman


brown tree trunk on brown soil

Once upon a time, there was a special forest.  It was called Whisper.  Not everyone could find it, even if they looked for it.  The trees themselves decided who could, or could not see them.

If you happened to be walking down the street and suddenly found yourself on the forest path, well, you could be sure the trees had something to tell you.  The path was staggered, and just long enough to let those who visited, know what they were supposed to learn, because as once on the path, each tree Whispered something to the walker.  Each tree…had something to say, an important message to impart.

No one who walked the path, was ever the same.  They came away from the forest with new insights, a sense of joy and a better understanding of life itself.  It was like a Near Tree Experience, where a person leaves their body and is shown pictures and told amazing things.

Trees know everything.  They’ve been here from the beginning.  Their stories are handed down from tree to tree, from forest to forest, by the ancient ones, who were here from the first light.  Not all the things they show people are pleasant.  They show clear-cutting, the destruction of the rain forests the ugliness of humans and how they are destroying the earth, and everything on it.

But for the most part, they sing softly and tell exciting stories of the First Trees.  They tell of children, and other animals, climbing in their branches, laughing and napping among their leaves.  They tell of the love they have for each other and all of nature.  They whisper about how we have lost our hearts, hidden them away for money, power and status, leaving trees and nature itself behind, to fend for itself, as we cement the earth and pollute The Mother.

The Whispering continues until the path ends.  A person can only walk in the forest once in their lifetime.  The secrets the trees tell are too big, to hear them more than once. It’s a beautiful place, a living museum of time itself.  If you’re very fortunate, maybe someday, you’ll be invited to experience the Whispers.


Photo Mario Dobelmann

Trees make the world beautiful…

snow covered road between bare trees during daytime

Photo:  Max Bender


Debbie took this picture on the way to work yesterday…I love it.


Composing, Woman, Fantasy, Face, Beauty

trees talk to each other
they sing and sway
moving to the beat
of their own songs
and they laugh
tickled by bird feet
and squirrels
as they jump
from branch
to branch
they mourn
their felled friends
and celebrate new saplings
they watch us move about
listen to us
when we talk to them
they heal us
when we ask
and accept our energy
in return
they don’t mind
when we decorate them
and they love fairy lights
draped across their twigs
because it reminds them
of fireflies
fluttering through the night
have their own special magic
show them love
and kindness
not just because they keep us alive
but because everything in nature
should be treated that way


Tree, Summer, Beautiful, Park, Green

I worked in the yard all day long.  The patio was clean.  But I just fed Emily and the patio is covered with leaf wrappings.  The bits and pieces that hold new bud in place until they are ready to unfurl.  They are everywhere…which means…the leaves are going to make themselves known…SOON.  No more stark branches, but the music of leaves.  Yay!


Oak, Tree, Deciduous Tree, Leaves


Kids, Life, Particle/Wave, Truth, Trees, Birdhouses

“If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, will it still make a noise?”

“Yes, because anything that hits anything else makes a noise, whether someone is listening or not.”

“How can we be sure?”

“We can’t be sure of anything, Baby, but chances are that things hitting each other, in our atmosphere, will make a loud noise no matter what. Sound is carried on air. People have heard trees cracking from far away.  I’m guessing the trees didn’t know that people were listening.”

“That makes sense.  We’re studying the particle wave thing.”

“What fun.”

“But if our attention, or focus, changes things, how can we ever know what anything really is?”

“We can’t.”

“So what’s the point of the experiments?”

“Gives scientists something to do and they get grant money and publish articles, which gets more money for the institutions and people they work for.  I guess they eliminate things.”

“So just by looking at something we can change it?”

“That might be the only thing that actually exists.  How can we know? Intent is everything.  We put intent into our machines and tests.  When people set up experiments, they already have ideas as to how things will, or might, turn out.  Basically, they are pre-programming things right from the start.”

“We really don’t know anything do we?”

“We do not.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What’s the alternative?”

“So we all pretend  that we know what’s going on when we don’t?”

“Pretty much.”

“You meant it when you said the only truth is personal truth.”

“Can’t be any other way.”

“So Sandra’s right about her father being a moron and her grandmother is right about him being a good son?”

“Yes.  They both believe different things about the same person based on their relationship and experience with him.  Both of their truths are true to them as individuals.”

“Life is a lot harder to figure out than I thought it would be.”

“I know, right?   That’s why you always have to decide things for yourself.”

“The entire class hates Susan’s father.  If they didn’t she would freak out.  We never met him but no one likes him because of what he did to her.”

“That’s called loyalty, or friendship.  People stick up for their friends, no matter what.  Truth doesn’t enter into it.  If we care about someone, there is only one side to an issue.”

“I think we’re going to make birdhouses next week.”

“Just in time for baby birds.”

“That’s what our shop teacher said.”

“Pretty soon you’ll be outside all the time.”

“I’m going out now.  I want to figure out where to put the birdhouse. Do you know where you would like it?”

“Surprise me.”


“Love you, Baby.”

“Love you too.”







Trees are…


Trees are good for climbing.  They’re good for shelter.  They’re good for listening to your problems and they’re good when it comes to helping you figure things out.  They are good to rest in and they are good for holding small houses that don’t hurt them.  They like it when you hug them and give them lots of positive energy.  They hug back and return the favor.  They like it when you decorate them and they like it when you sing with them, when the wind is rustling their lives.  They don’t care if you read while you sit in their branches. they also don’t care if squirrels and birds build nests in their crooks either.  Trees are generous and kind.  They teach us all kinds of lessons, like how to have roots, how to reach for the sky, how to sleep through the winter and how to welcome guests.  They ask for very little, just water and sunlight.  They can pretty much take care of themselves.  They don’t like peanut butter but they are okay with it if it’s mixed with birdseed and spread on their twigs, so the birds don’t starve when it’s ten degrees outside.  Trees can be quiet or noisy, depending on how they are feeling.  They don’t like bark piled up against their trunk because it kills them.  They don’t like embers or fire around their roots either.  They hate being cut down and would prefer to  live out their lives in their own way.  Trees never think about how beautiful they are because they just ARE, and that’s enough.  They do enjoy tea parties and polite children, however.  Nasty kids often fall out of trees and it’s not always by accident, believe me.  Trees are not passive, they are quite involved in living every single day.  So, when you see trees, say hello.  Touch them and tell them to have a nice day.  They’ll like that.  So will you.

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