I posted about my love for sycamore trees January 28.“I think now that the sycamore is my glimpse of God, of mystery. It is pale and
unearthly at times, its almost white branches hard to see against winter's snow.
As for Zaccheus, the tree provides me a view of the divine.”
I recently discovered a “new to me” sycamore on campus, near where I park. But Papa Sycamore is OLD. I wonder how old?
There are so many mysteries in this old being. I have only begun to see them.
Some branches resemble the fingers of King Kong's cupped hand (we just watched the new DVD with Peter) that held Ann Derrow gently, lovingly.
The bottom sides of the branches look as though they have been dripping for decades, and some have formed beautiful profiles of fairy beings looking out.
This tremendous hole looks like a mouth about to blow out something profound, and it has probably been home to many creatures.
7 comments:
Oh how I love the hole! It IS a mouth--THE mouth of the tree, trying to tell us something so very sage-like. What you see in this tree reminds me of trees I've seen in Germany that are like the LOTR Ents! Seriously. I'm guessing trees everywhere want to talk to us...if we would but listen!
Wow, Ingrid, I had no idea. I agree about the wisdom of ages of trees. Somehow, they have witnessed more than we ever will in our lifetimes if they are allowed to complete their course. They are like grandparents living in our backyards waiting to spend time with us and share the secrets of the world.
That must have been devastating to have your tree friends destroyed. It drives me crazy to see things killed. "Slow down everyone your moving too fast," says Jack Johnson.
I have been trying to think all afternoon of the name of the cartoon where the trees talk and walk...I have this picture in my mind and yet the title eludes me! It's an older one...
Your photos remind me of that!
Ginnie: The mouth is so expressive, I've never seen one quite like it. Inge keeps talking about the forest in Germany she grew up with, near where her sister lives and where they go running. I'm drawn to trees wherever I go.
Ingrid: There are many things trees say, I agree. One lesson is how they wait. Also, their strength and flexibility. The thought of cutting an old tree down to make way for a new house boggles my mind. Oaks are amazing. There is one on my drive to work that I want to photograph sometime. I call him Cosmo. I greet him every day, coming and going. He's so large his branches cross the entire road.
Rachel: Slow down, is right!
Mrs. M: I have no recollection of this cartoon! Let us know when you think of it. :)
I often wonder about the connections I have with trees when I am using my chain saw and chopping up the dead ones that litter our little woods. I find that I sometimes talk to them and thank them for the heat we'll get and then feel a bit foolish. But then I carry on.
Don, I think that's really cool.
I hope Don totally gets over feeling foolish talking to trees or anything living! I think saying "thank you" can never be said enough, ESP. to trees, so yes, Don, I too think that's "cool," as Ruth has said. It's a mindset that has the power to set the world free! Nicholas and I have several trees in our woods that we actually call our friends...and Nicholas will tell me he wants to go see them!
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