New Moon in Leo Blessings and Beginnings! Kam na mauri! (hello all!)
If what I say resonates with you, it is merely because we are both branches on the same tree. W B Yeats
Tei Tituaabine, “Mother of Trees,” is a tree Goddess worshipped by the people of the Gilbert Islands of Micronesia in the Pacific Ocean. Arthur Grimble wrote about the culture and oral traditions of the Kribati people in A Pattern of Islands and Return to the Islands from the time he spent there between 1914-1932. These islands, because of their location are among the first to see the new year but are also at risk of rising sea levels; some being submerged already. Their language was never written down prior to Hiram Bingham translated the Bible and modern religions were introduced.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is imagination itself.
The Tree Of Life origins of existence occur in every culture because trees are crucial to our existence in so many ways. The inextricable link between plants and the consciousness of sentient beings has also been described by Alice A Bailey and Master Dhwal Kul (A Treatise on Cosmic Fire). By herb, tincture or just being there amongs them, breathing in the air trees give out, restores harmony and enables us to find ourselves again. Being in tune with Nature and our Selves is the same thing: “The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses”. Hanna Rion
When my family lived in Zambia, I saw individuals connect as I do instinctively with trees with hands and third eye. This is done in many cultures around the world to connect with the energies, the Nature Spirits:
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand / Touch – for there is a spirit in the woods.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Helen Keller
To me also, as I watched a furry friend below recently in the beech hedge and leafy boscage of Margravine Cemetery. I trust he was not responsible for stripping the bark from the above pine!
The Adirondack, so named tribes who consumed tree bark or used it as herbs and tea such as one of my favourites: Pau d’Arco tea – the inner bark of a South American tree whose benefits are said to extend to healing candida and many other ailments. Knowledgeable tribes living with Nature would ensure that the tree didn’t die as a result, or would just leave a cicatrix if extracting liquid such as the sweet juice from a birch tree, which is delicious.
Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
There is nothing more revitalising than spending time in a copse because as the ancients knew we are meeting our relatives. Dr. Eleanor White explains “… each tree has unique DNA. Tree DNA is surprisingly similar to human DNA. It has the same basic building blocks. It has the same bases. They’re arranged in the same way. The genetic code is the same in trees and in humans.”
Everything is spiritual, everything has a spirit… the spirit world is more real than most people believe, it is everything. Water is sacred. The air is sacred. Our DNA is made of the same DNA as the tree. The tree breathes what we exhale. We need what the tree exhales. We have a common destiny with the tree. We are all from the earth. Learn how to plant things. Everything goes in cycles, just like life, there is no end to life.
Floyd Red Crow Westerman, Hopi Native American
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Trees, Joyce Kilmer
The earth never tires, the earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d, I swear to you there are divine beings more beautiful than words can tell.
The new moon is the time each month known as the dark of the moon when we are between worlds or dimensions and we are able to see differently, with clarity and with a broadened perspective. Whilst I am in my Temple of Trees, I shall wish all is becoming crystal clear for you also.
Arboreal Blessings, Dawn
My heart is glad, my heart is high
With sudden ecstasy;
I have given back, before I die,
Some thanks for every lovely tree
That dead men grew for me. VH Friedlaender