Linda Whiting
When I was old enough to climb trees I would spend whole days up as high as I could get and believe that I was a branch of the tree I had climbed. I just sat there, quiet and connected to my larger branch or trunk. I ws sure that I had leaves or pine needles but only I could see them. It was trees that taught me how to meditate Trees taught me to enter and live in that other space, a space of complete connection. Later, I found this poem my Michael Glaser:
I have always felt the living presence of trees
The forest that calls to me as deeply as I breathe.
As though the woods were marrow of my bone
As though I myself were a tree, a breathing, reaching arc of the larger canopy
Beside a brook bubbling up to faom like the one deep
in these woods, that call, that whisper home.
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