Me and my tree

I posted this image a few days ago at facebook so one or two of you may have seen it before, but I wanted to share some thoughts about it. The tree in the image below must be several hundred years old. It’s a Beech whos roots sit proud of the land on which it sits by about three feet, meaning it started life when the ground level was that much higher. I imagine it’s survived for so very long due to the fact it has it’s deep roots in the river which runs alongside it. There’s a rather beautiful metaphor in that alone. It’s massive and it’s branches create a sort of protective embrace to anyone who sits under it. As you can see the branches, which start high up in the tree, reach down low so that when it has leaves it’s like sitting under a massive umbrella which dapples the light. It has a magical quality. You can imagine all sorts of life, both real and imaginary (if fairies, elves and the like existed they would definitely be living here) having fulfilling lives here. It’s covered in ivy, moss and numerous kinds of lichen, there are intriguing cavities and crannies and you can sit perched on one of the natural seats the roots have created and observe the complexities of this ancient living thing. It’s a wonderful place and an amazing tool for consideration of life in general, or relationships between lifeforms of all kinds. I’ve taken a number of people there and all who visit are enchanted by it also. Most have felt it’s ‘magical’ quality. If it were human it would be the wise one you went to see to ask for sage advice, but also the mother who would embrace you when you were feeling lost, hurt or confused. It is always there, always beautiful, endlessly fascinating. I love it.

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6 thoughts on “Me and my tree

  1. And I loved this! What a lovely tree. You will have to show us what it looks like when the spring comes–give us an idea about this dappling umbrella, if possible.
    I love trees like this. Massive examples of natural forces in general really. Storms, especially the kind that spring up and are not cold but fiesty and incarnate, these are my meat and potatoes in life.

    • 🙂 I’d be happy to do that. I too love the expression of natural forces in all their glory and unpredictability. I grow so weary of the many endlessly pontificating on changes they wish to make to life which are utterly unrealistic and which would make them less, not more, who miss the whole visceral beauty of it all, the agony and the ecstasy, the diversity of being of which we are a part.

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