Trees ~ An Inspirational Passage by Hermann Hesse
I’ll be away from blogging this week while we have visitors, but I thought I’d leave you with this beautiful passage by Hermann Hesse as inspiration. When you’re feeling challenged in any way, let trees be your reminder to guide you home.
Remember you can still place orders for Cosmic Curiosity Chests while I’m away from blogging and they will ship out beginning the 19th.
Have an inspirational week!
Tree Love & the Journey
I thought I’d post this as a short blog after having posted it on social media because it’s special to our hearts. The photo you see here is one that our friend, Seba Johnson (history making Olympian as the first African American woman to ski in the Olympics and youngest alpine ski racer at age 14, vegan since birth, actor, speaker, and simply loving soul), captured a couple of days ago on one of the hikes we’ve shared with her since meeting and spending time with her while she’s here in her childhood home of Lake Tahoe working on her memoirs.
This is a very meaningful tree to us. During the winter Dave and I would snow shoe here and this little tree, now about 3-4 feet taller, used to get plummeted by snow and the wind from the slope it lives on at the bottom, completely bending it over to the ground with the weight.
We would free him and dig him out every time we’d pass after a snow storm, so that he had a chance and wasn’t permanently bent. We’d do it to other trees too, but this one in particular would get hit the hardest and became connected to us.
Seba (pictured above with me on our 7.4 mile, 1200 feet climb Tahoe Rim Trail hike) thought it would be a cool idea to take photos of us with him over time to see his progress. As you can see he’s pretty straight even though at a slight angle, but doing well! During winter this was not the case and we wondered how he’d fare, as he was completely bowing to the ground.
Other large trees above him haven’t been so lucky and really are curved, twisted, warped, and likely will fall at some point. This little one was born in a challenging spot, but it is just those challenges that make you stronger and provide even more to share with others.
Life is definitely an adventure and often times a challenging journey.
Every little thing we do, DOES make a difference, even if you can’t see it right now or are provided immediate feedback and affirmation of it. You simply need to follow your heart, regardless of any reward, knowing it’s just about being in your highest essence in each moment and being in that unconditional universal love as much as possible.
We’re grateful for the time we’ve spent with Seba, her sweet dog companions Braddock and Langston, and being able to share some special places to our hearts with her, and so many synchronicities we share including living in the same place she used to (her condo is just below ours) where she spent her childhood and ski training days.
As an animal activist and vegan all of her life, enjoying the magickal and synchronous signs, honoring of Nature and Earth, our being just 2 and a half months apart in age, all adoring Lake Tahoe as our home and special portal space (she plans to live here again too), and both currently writing books, we had a lot of beautiful connections that will be lovely to keep touching in on, which now will include the growth and life of our special tree that will mirror the life shifts we all go through.
He already mirrors the challenges we’ve each been faced with and now will reflect what we embrace, nurture, and embody to bring forth for the rest of our lives.
We’re grateful for the time we’ve been able to share with our new friend Seba and for the journey that continues to provide rich experiences and beautiful surprises around each corner.
I look forward to seeing how our journeys evolve from here, and how our beloved tree will experience his own growth and evolution. We’ll be sure to nurture him, as long as we are here and as much as he nurtures us and all of life that depends on him and Nature.
(Photos courtesy of Seba Johnson)
A Tree Says
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, 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.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
~ Hermann Hesse
Just like humans with blood flowing through our veins, trees have their own vascular system of flowing sugary liquid filled with water, nutrients, hormones, and minerals known as sap. Trees don’t typically leak sap unless damaged in some way for instance by a cut made in its trunk or due to bacterial infection for instance. And yet, this golden life source and healing tears are so beautiful when exposed vulnerably. Perhaps, once again, Nature shows us how exposing our own mysterious depths is rich with beauty and simply a way to know our wholeness and how we are divine harmony manifest.
For the Love of Trees
“T” – that’s me – having a love affair with trees. I guess I can call them “T” trees. We did a hike yesterday to enjoy our surroundings before the storm rolled in this morning and on that path we came upon so much tree loveliness including golden bliss, twin trees growing from the same root, different tree species bending into each other sharing the tree love, giant trees, and tree portals galore. Faery energy was strong and I both lingered in it, giggled with wonder, and was in joy of the gifts and clues left for me to piece together.
I found a tiny golden leaf that matched the one dipped in gold I dreamed about a few nights ago, a “random” blank puzzle piece after contemplating pieces of my own journey, and more.
There were trees that had been through forest fires too and they got some extra love from me.
Their life force was still strong with magick.
Faery trees were all around, for those whose hearts can see and feel.
Yes, Faery trees are real.
And there are those of us who love and honor them, like the people of Ireland and me – Faery T.
Between last evening and this morning we heard about the forest fires here in Emerald Bay and Washoe Valley burning acres upon acres, including many homes and barns. My heart and healing waves of peace go out to all the families, animals, trees, and plants.
There are so many fires, storms, quakes and Earth shifts abound.
There is much unrest among humans in unknowing what outcomes will be met.
There is so much contrast experienced in the world increasingly.
There is a cosmic tapestry being woven that makes threaded sense of it all.
May divine grace embrace us all in the dance of duality and may we understand these cycles of the spiral with peace carried forth in our hearts.
The Dance Between Light and Trees
There’s something about experiencing the love story between light and trees that makes your heart flutter.
Such an exquisite dance reminds us of the way in which our own bodies are dancing at the edge of both nature and the ethereal, reflecting our innate grace.
Ancient Origins ~ My Way Back To Me
I experienced such a beautiful and synchronous day, yesterday, which is the kind that leaves your heart and soul smiling wide.
The kind of resonant day that drew forth my Original Voice.
As I’ve continued with my sound work, deepening into the traditions and lineages of the Nymphs and Sibyls, I’ve been retrieving the rich, ancient roots within my soul essence.
The synchronicities and alignments keep amping up and reiterating everything I’ve come to know about myself and the way in which I Am.
Getting back to this rich and joyous work while here in Malibu has been the perfect environment to reconnect and support my remembrance.
It’s been amazing to see the things I’m studying being mirrored right before me…
While delving into the primordial ocean of ancient origins, I bask in the sun with the Pacific Ocean as my guide ahead.
Whales emerging to sing back my song.
Sea lions playing in the waves to reflect my soul child dancing in delight.
It was incredible to find myself walking through the gateways of the other realms yesterday – to the caves and bubbling springs that draw forth the resonance of remembrance.
I hear the Earth’s messages within my flesh and bones and reconnect with my own primordial ancient origins within.
After my work atop the cliff above the ocean yesterday, we went on a hike at Edward Albert Escondido Canyon Trail and Waterfalls.
We came across a divergence in the path, and having not done the hike before, nor was there signage to point the way, we stopped to decide which direction to go.
Three people on horses then came through and asked if we needed help.
They told us we could go up to the right and there would be a really lovely view.
They told us if we went left it goes to where the waterfall is, but there is no water right now.
They seemed to be guiding us to the view to the right, feeling the no-water waterfall wouldn’t be very interesting.
After they left, Dave asked which way I wanted to go.
I said to the left.
And I’m so glad I listened to the Nymphs and Sibyls calling to me, as it was exactly the perfection of divine alignment.
Even though the waterfalls were not flowing, the beauty of this fertile, magickally sunlit dark area of moss and ferns, with little caves, dripping water, babbling brook, and frogs, was the return to my innocence and origins of voice. I was in my element.
And the path to get there was filled with the most beautiful tree spirits I couldn’t help but commune with, portals, and Faeries galore.
I was home.
And rather than explain anymore, I will share these images of this mystical place and all the enchantment along the way on this day of returning to my ancient origins.
Let these images reveal to you, your own.
Winter Wonderlands and Faery Portals
Yesterday we ventured over to Squaw Valley Ski Resort area to go snow shoeing at Shirley Canyon. And although many people were skiing, snow shoeing was only for the adventurous.
We only came across one other couple the entire time we journeyed up the canyon, due to snow pack conditions that warned of equipment being necessary, which we had.
So it was just us, the mountain, the trees, the flowing water, the snow, ice, and sky, and a lot of forest spirits, Faeries, and snow bunnies!
It couldn’t have been a more picturesque day though…solitude and serenity abound.
It was extremely magickal as we crossed over brooks, came upon little waterfalls, discovered snow bunny tracks near the top where we turned around after the tracks ending – all along following the flow of the water in the canyon, on our way up and back down.
The skies opened to powder blue with the sun illuminating the snow covered peaks.
And then it started to snow as we neared the bottom – perfect timing.
I even made a snow Faery (some call it a snow angel) at the top, which I later discovered upon returning home, how amazingly synchronous and aligned that was.
Facebook does this thing where they show you posts you’ve shared on that same day, but a different year. And on this particular day – yesterday – I had shared a post and photo from three years ago to the day of me up at Tahoe Meadows (about an hour from where I was yesterday) making a snow Faery on our snow shoeing adventure.
Only difference was in that one I kept my snow shoes on and yesterday I took them off, but the funny thing was that I had even mentioned to Dave yesterday that the last time I did this I kept them on and then here pops up the photo to prove it, which happened to be on the same day in 2013.
Making snow Faeries through the time portal!
And this morning I woke up to a few inches of snow surrounding the Magick Bus and it was just beautiful with the warm glow of inside light and warm coziness set against the morning light just illuminating the chilly snow covered landscape that draped a white blanket around us.
I can’t get enough of just sitting here taking it all in.
I hope you enjoy the winter beauty from my Faery heart to yours.
“You can decide to stop being affected by the outer world and, instead, to affect the world around you with your peace. Inner peace comes from within, not from without.” ~Orin through Sanaya Roman
Let Nature’s Peace Flow Into You
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.
Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature’s darlings.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature’s sources never fail.
Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.