I remember as a child getting my first pair of glasses. I was 7, I think. Yep – so much the cool kid. But anyway! When we drove back from the optometrist, over to my grandparents’ home, I was wearing my new glassess. I remember looking out of the window of the car, at the trip I had seen many times before, without knowing what I wasn’t seeing. This time, as we drove along those familiar streets, I was enthralled by the leaves on the trees. I felt mesmerised by them. I hadn’t really known they were there. Before that, they were just green trees. Now, they were wonderful combinations of amazing small pieces made a glorious tree. I had no idea what they were saying, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
I have always loved to relax in green spaces. When I’m out of sorts, feeling lost in life or even just plain old sick, I yearn for green places. Somewhere quiet where I can lay on the grass, and look up at the trees. My absolute favourite thing. No words, just communicating.
Fast forward, to 2012, and the trees were talking again. I saw this floating somewhere on the interwebs, and thought YES!
And that was the start of a new conversation without words. It was like I was suddenly drawn to look at trees, to see in them some of the “easy” I was yearning for. I get trapped in the story that life requires us to “work hard”. I find that looking at trees, reminds me that this is just a story that I’ve told myself a few too many times. After all, trees, do plenty and yet nothing. They supply the world’s oxygen, provide food, shelter and so much more. They grow from tiny seeds, into glorious structures. They reach for the sky, they bend in the wind, they take what they need, they never worry that there won’t be enough. They let their roots sink deep into the earth, being both grounded and inspiring. Just because.
And then, I found it. This beautiful wooden tree pendant. I immediately touched it, and decided it should come home with me. To remind me of the amazing beauty, strength and vulnerability of trees. Whenever I wear it, I feel the urge to touch it. And it must be speaking to more than just me. I have never had as many comments on an accessory, ever!
Imagine my reaction, when I was watching the London Olympic opening ceremony this morning and another tree arrived. After the combined sleep deprivation of this week, the getting up in the dark to watch the celebrations, I saw this …
A beautiful tree. Shared with the world, in all it’s glory. I loved that the tree was part of the symbolism of the London Olympics Opening Ceremony, right from the old days until the modern times. Just as it should be. Cue tears.
Then I popped outside to feed our dogs, and got the final message that it was time to share that the trees are talking to me. See this tree? There was a time, in the urgency to remove the jungle that we bought (and I’m not joking – maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to share the early photos of our backyard), that this tree was subject to the “get rid of it” strategy. It was pruned for a couple of years, before it was chopped, right back to a stump.
And suddenly, it’s back. It’s not pretty. It’s been harmed, then neglected and abandoned. Left for dead. But it is a stump no more. It is now branches and leaves, reaching for the sky. It even has a lemon.
Maybe I’m the glorious tree from the ceremony (I doubt that). Maybe I’m the lemon tree (more like it). Either way, it feels pretty peaceful to me. It will be awesome, either way. Can’t quite get the words around this. Maybe they are still in the trees.