The Joy and Healing of Knowing Trees

Sistine

Sistine

Outside my living room window are two large pine trees that I can see from my couch. First the tree with a curved trunk sent me its name: Ren. Then the second pine’s name came: Ena. A tree on the parking lot side of these apartments, whose beauty I’ve admired many times, sent me the name: Siri (yes, apparently like the I-Phone’s virtual person). And no, I’m not crazy. I just have one foot in some unseen world, which started when I prayed, “Please, Lord, may I make a real friend?”

But last night, something amazing happened. I had hugged and thanked Sistine, the giant ash tree to the right of my living room window, for being my friend. As I stepped away, I thought of my son who had, a few hours earlier, taken a hard hit to his head in an Indoor Football League game. Then I thought, “Sorry, I know that’s ridiculous. He’s in Wyoming and can’t hug you.”

About an hour later I noticed the right side of my head (the temple) was hurting pretty bad and I’ve never really had headaches. I texted my son and asked if he’d been hit on the right side of his head. Yes, he had. I had a hard time sleeping last night because of the pain, which had spread to my neck and the top of my head on the right side. So, since he was on a bus, sometime after four I texted him again and asked him if the pain had spread. “No,” he texted back. “I’m feeling better.”

I laid there thinking, “Whoa. This is how healing works. He wasn’t here and I’d thought of him while out there with Sistine, and between the tree and me, the pain came my way! I’d had this happen when my kids were little and I asked God/Love/Universe for their healing, but I didn’t take the pain or illness on myself. They just felt better.

Why am I, again, astonished? It’s the profound nature of Mother Earth’s Love for us, the Love she channels from our Creator. We can hug a tree and ask for healing for ourselves, or for someone who is not nearby! And, in that case, apparently, we become a part of this Love-system, too. I don’t know why I am surprised by the absoluteness of this Love beyond time and space. I guess it’s the joy of discovering that the Love I sense within everything is as available to us as is the air. And, if we make real friendships with Mother Nature, miracles happen.

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10 thoughts on “The Joy and Healing of Knowing Trees

  1. Loved this post! My tree-friend’s name is Gloria. She’s a huge old post oak that lives outside in the front of my house and she’s the spokesperson for the rest of the trees in my area. I’d love it if you’d guest on my blog about your relationship with trees. Let me know if you’d like to do that and I’ll send you an invitation to become a ‘contributor’ to my blog (my email addy is madison at madison-woods.com).

    • Hi Madison,
      Thanks for commenting here. I love that your old post oak speaks for the rest of the trees in the area. It must be so fun to sit under your tree and tune into their communications. We all could do this when we were kids; we need to ‘become as children,’ to be with Nature. I often wonder what fantastic experiences would be mine if I just trusted more.
      I’d love to be a guest poster. I could either paste my tree-posts into a post, or wait until something else comes to me? I’ll send off an email. Thanks for inviting me. 🙂

  2. It’s the same interconnectedness that allows us to communicate with trees and which allows for healing to cross distances. I think distance is, in fact, illusion. Isn’t it?

    If your head is still bothering you, I’m sure the tree can ground that out for you.

    Thanks for this reminder to talk to trees more. I live in the prairie, where trees are not plentiful, and are in some cases are viewed as essentially weeds. Most of the trees here are aliens, and some are invasive. I forget sometimes to pay my respect to the trees.

    • Hi Rachel,
      I think you’re right–distance is an illusion. Moms know this because we are tuned into our children. I once met a man who had been in the Vietnam War and he said he could feel his family members holding him, almost as if there were cords from them to him. He always knew he was coming home because of that feeling. I think a whole bunch of us have probably had a ‘distance is an illusion’ experience, like knowing who’s calling when the phone rings. Sometimes opening up to the invisible world gets spooky–but we just need to remember to stay in the light. Thanks so much for commenting here.

  3. Thank you for this beautiful post–and I love seeing all the comments. It seems there are many of us tree-lovers (and tree-huggers) around! There is such kindness in trees, and I’ve noted trees often do have diva spirits, very much like faeries or elves, that seem to embody their spirit in some way.

    • Thank you, Cynthia. I hadn’t thought of them as diva spirits, but the ones I’ve met have freely shared unconditional love, as if they are simply holding a place where anyone can come by and be loved and healed. I am honored to know them and I am very grateful to have made their acquaintance. They are here; we just have to be willing to sense them.

  4. I love this post….I am a tree hugger….and have felt inspired by trees on occasion…but they have never told me their names!! How wonderful!! Kim

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