Morning Pogue,
And a cold one it is🥶. But the sky’s clear and there is a stillness in the air which is welcoming. So much we get for free, everyday, that I’m sure goes unnoticed.
And here’s my musing which arose from a walk I took in the woods yesterday. I am blessed in so much as I can walk into the woods and then walk for hours along the numerous tracks. As I walked yesterday, just as the sun was slipping from the sky, I found myself stopping and just standing, listening. There was no sound. I don’t know whether my senses were heightened by the increasing cold, the freshness of the air which could be felt as I breathed in or the clarity of the light, but there was silence. And silence is a sound for those who know how to, take time to, listen. I listened hard.
There are indigenous people and works of wisdom from times gone by that insist it is possible to hear the trees. I know that sounds crazy but this belief comes from many parts of the world. In my woods there are a small number of benches scattered about and I will go, on warmer days, and just sit and listen. But I don’t just listen with my ears. No, I find some sort of sixth sense coming to the fore and I am hearing through my feelings. And the woods have moods, if that’s the right word.
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.
Herman Hesse
I can hear you thinking it’s just me taking time to connect with my own mood. Maybe you’re right and I won’t deny you that, but I know I can go with a busy distracted mind, sit, listen and allow peace come over me. I talk about frequency and energy often so maybe I should be saying that the frequency is different, better, all about me and, if I allow it, will overtake me.
I find a lot of healing and a lot of creativity when I am amongst the trees and by “amongst” I mean present and there in the moment. Not just passing through, mind locked into the issues I brought along with me so all I receive from my visit is an hour of physical exercise.
No, I go to the trees because I believe it is possible to hear them.
Yours, invoking ancient magik,
Wic
This is so beautifully written. Just reading it takes me there and nudges me to silence here, if not among the trees. Thank you.
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