It's a Beautiful Day

I seem to refer to the weather quite a lot in my blogs, one way or another, but my office faces the north and so it matters a great deal to me whether the weather is ill - or whether the weather is fair! My moods, like many other people's are affected greatly by the level of sunshine and bright skies I perceive. I am, it seems, a creature of the light!

On this glorious chilly morning, as I walked Daisy dog across open fields the air was crystal clear, sharp and bright as the sun shone in the pale blue frosty sky. It was invigorating. From where I start my walk I face a wood in the distance, and as I stride out across the field each day I pass by one solitary Hawthorn tree. I have watched it throughout the seasons come into bud, blossom, and fall. It holds its own against the backdrop of a western sky so that in the evening sunset casts a striking silhouette.

Everyday, as I pass the Hawthorn tree, I am reminded of the Monday morning Essene communion with the Angel of Life in which it says: "Go then, toward the high growing trees, and before one of them which is beautiful, high growing and mighty, say these words: 'Hail to thee! O good living tree, made by the Creator!' Then shall the River of Life flow between you and your brother the tree."

My tree is not particularly mighty, as any of the majestic high trees in the woods like the oak or beech, or chestnut, but it's a strong old tree, well weathered and slightly out of shape and somehow it seems very special there, in its aloneness, albeit more than likely ignored by most.

Every little leaf on that tree is probably trying to be the best leaf it can be! Every branch is trying its best to be as supportive and nurturing as possible. Every root fibre is doing its job as well as it knows how. And it all works in perfect harmony with nature's goddess, Mother Earth.

I think we are a little like trees ourselves. Some taller than others, some strong dependable, even majestic. Others pliable and yielding while others change shape with the weather. Some trees have very shallow roots and are easily pushed over.
We like the pretty trees with their fragrant blossom, especially the exotc variety that remind us of traveling ,and the ones that produce tasty fruit - but these trees are needy and take time to nurture usually improving with age ... even though in our busy lives much of the fruit is ignored and neglected. Interesting comparison isn't it?

When my children were small we had fun finding the faces in the trees. In my own personal and spiritual development I have enjoyed the healing presence of trees by sensing the aura of the huge old trees in wonderful Arboretums and gardens at Essene Summer gatherings, walking through many forests and woods on my travels, and in times of sadness found myself 'hiding' under the comforting branches of a Weeping
Willow only to find out later that the essence of the tree symbolizes 'poor me!'.

Every tree has an essence, an aura and is a living breathing essential aspect of the co-creation of life on Earth. What's your favourite tree?

Love and Blessings
Chrissie