Listen to Trees

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity, but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.
 - Herman Hesse

Herman Hesse continues, "Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and are restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is.That is home.That is happiness."

With human help, trees become immortal. They develop into support structures for buildings. They design into furniture. Hold pictures in their frames. As utility poles, they enable communication. In so many ways, a tree remains with us

 always for beauty and support. 

Seek advice from a tree. Observe its grandeur. Listen to its movement and feel its textures. Breathe in the scents. Find your truth.