(largest Sitka Spruce in the world)
I “Own” Trees
Tonight as Ini and I were eating dinner (a delicious goat stew- from those we had raised and butchered) on the porch, I looked over and noticed an especially spectacular tree I’d never truly noticed before.
I said, is that tree “ours”? Is it on our land?
Yes, he replied.
Wow, I never want to cut that tree down. It’s so beautiful! If I were to ever cut it down a part of my soul would go with it.
Such was our conversation.
And for this reason I am happy to “own” trees- because then I get to save them. This is a tree with a majestic soul and it is older than me and older than my mom!
Who are we to cut it down?
Yes sometimes we need trees on the homestead, but it is my pleasure to be a human who chooses not to cut the oldest and biggest and best down. For they are a part of us that we can’t get back in our lifetime if we cut them down. And who are we to own them as if they’re some type of possession capable of owning. Trees own themselves and I wish for a world wherein humans were sensitive enough to know that.
I have sat in the laps of great trees. Here are my thoughts on that when I was 25 yo...
25 years, 1000 years
Like a lightening rod,
An antenna for the divine energies
Ancient beauty, powerful channel
Being around you
I remember, I see
What it is I am meant to be
In cutting down the trees, humans have done much more than clear the land. We have cut down our healing centers, we have tempered our natural connection with the divine. Hugging her for 5 minutes of precious solitude, tears come and deep knowing release, joy, plenitude, graceful thanks. May we remember, Mother, these things which are full of health and goodness! And protect them!