I often look to the trees as symbols of life. Trees offer metaphors to our life: we branch out, or are out on a limb, we turn over a new leaf, and we can’t see the forest through the trees. They are sanctuaries and shelter for humans, birds, squirrels, snakes, insects, frogs, leopards, koalas, and so many more creatures. Trees not only nourish through their root system, they also nurture all the life within their canopy. They tower to the skies as beacons of strength, providing shade, oxygen, and a place for rest. As a child, I defied gender boundaries that presumed that boys like climbing trees and girls like making daisy chains. I climbed up and up a tree, like pooh bear. I felt a sense of adventure. That childhood exploration established my roots for reaching for my goals, developing my creative problem-solving abilities, and skills for risk negotiation. I remember, when in the limbs of the tree I looked up, to the canopied sky, feeling the wind swaying me on my perch as I watch the clouds drift past.
“To touch the sky, you just have to get a little bit closer.” – Anthony T. Hincks
More than one hundred and fifty years after Henry David Thoreau walked through the woods of New England, his words continue to resound with wisdom and inspiration. With nature as his teacher and companion, the trees offered healing and renewal. “We are accustomed to say in New England that few and fewer pigeons visit us every year. Our forests furnish no mast for them. So, it would seem, few and fewer thoughts visit each growing man from year to year, for the grove in our minds is laid waste…Our winged thoughts are turned to poultry. They no longer soar…We hug the earth–how rarely we mount! Me-thinks we might elevate ourselves a little more. We might climb a tree, at least. I found my account in climbing a tree once. It was a tall shite pine on the top of a hill, and though I got well pitched I was well payed for it, for I discovered new mountains in the horizon which I had never seen before…” _Thoreau, Walking
Trees appeal to all of our senses; scents of the needles bark, and ripe fruit; sounds of the branches creaking or the leaves fluttering in the wind, and the sound of birdsong; feeling the texture of the bark, the stickiness from the sap, or the sharp prick of the pine needle; tasting the sweetness from the fruit; and seeing the change in the seasonal colors and blossoms.
Image: Rodney Graham, Flanders Trees, 1993, courtesy of http://www.artnet.com
Our world would be upside down without trees. The roots of a tree are its life force, essential for its stability and nourishment. Within the root system is a vast communication network transmitting to other life forms. People, too, have root systems. We belong to our family trees. Knowing our ancestral history and origins is understanding our roots. Our roots exist in establishing a firm foundation of our familial heritage and habits that stem from our deep-rooted ancestral tree.
There is rich symbolism in trees. From the Tree of Knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden which grew the fruit of temptation, to another apple tree that bore the fruit to the laws of gravity ( hence the inspiration for Isaac Newton), and Buddha reached enlightenment meditating under the Bodhi tree.
Some say the Big Trees are the oldest living things. California Redwoods are esteemed to be the tallest species on earth, reaching 300 feet, and many are thousands of years old.
Look up to the treetops, maybe climb one and escape into an arboreal time zone, and be inspired to grow.
“Talk of mysteries!—Think of our life in nature—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we? – Thoreau, The Maine Woods