tree life

October 16, 2020

I’ve always enjoyed being in nature, and walking among the trees. Last winter, I remember feeling a heightened appreciation for the beauty of naked trees. Then came lockdown, and long daily walks, and I longed to see foliage on those trees. Bare branches suddenly gave me hope. Soon, they would be leafy and alive. Spring came and went, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. With the world upside down, at least we could count on the trees to do what they always do. By summer, the city was a fervent green, abundant with leaves and blossom, and our walks continued. We moved slower, especially on those extremely hot July days, but we didn’t stop moving. We’d always end up among the trees, in their shade, in their splendour. Jason and I felt it, and I think the children did, too. This pull to the trees. “To their majesty,” as author, Kerry Claire wrote recently, “their steadfastness, and the admirable way they keep reaching for the sun.” Today, after dropping off my daughter at school, I walked through a nearby ravine and marvelled at the wonder of the trees around me. The light was golden, the colours majestic. On my way home I bumped into artist, Nicole Kagan and remembered something she’d said at a workshop I’d done last winter; “Trees are both grounding and lifting to be around; their roots are in the ground, and their branches reach up to the sky.” Before long, the trees will be barren. Before long, we’ll begin again.

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