"Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
and 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."
~ Hermann Hesse
One of my earliest recollections was of climbing a huge Weeping Willow tree in my neighbors' backyard. Because of the placement of the branches, it was easy for a young child to climb up to the top, which seemed at the time, extremely high. I remember, just sitting there and looking down at the earth and up into the sky. Feeling the branches sway in the wind, I felt even smaller. Yes, maybe I was a little scared too, but it was oh so, exhilarating and such an amazingly magical hideaway. I continued visiting the tree regularly until the sap was flowing and I had to go home all sticky. Shortly there after, the neighbors cut the lower branches off which put an end to my lovely retreat.
Do you have any fond childhood or adult memories of your favorite trees?
I'd love to hear your stories.