Years ago I had my first encounter with the word of the trees, when, during a seminar in many hugged them to tell them about our "personal history" and, perhaps, seek answers. This time, his forehead leaning against the rough trunk of an oak, I had the feeling that enter them, as darkness enveloped the hot and humid, from that empty houses vibrant probably lymphatic veins. It was a response body, tender and reassuring. Then I lived in the woods near Siena, and from time to time I stopped to auscultate the breath of some large tree, for advice, or just to say hello. I have always received a reply, Exact and natural, just like the growth of their branches, or the seasonality of their lethargy.
I remember once in particular when in the throes of confusion at times undermines everything in my life I turned to a group of birch trees in a day of light wind that was rattling the leaves and shake the highest part of the silver leaves. "How do you get your peace of mind?", This was more or less, the question that cast. They replied in unison, like a whisper in the middle of my head, and a sense of expansion moving up the neck. "You can certainly ... but you're willing to become like us?" Frank, words I took advantage of surprise, and I forced myself to smile ... no, I was not willing to take root, to "make do" by a foot of ground as the others, and receive wind and rain and sun without seeking other, perhaps simply because I was not a tree ... and again those few words brought me the clarity to accept what I chose to be, my humanity, the shape of my thoughts, weaknesses dle my body, and the flames behind them.
If you ever want to hear the word of the trees, traveler, can adapt to the slow metabolism. Live in a time other than your own, much faster than that of stones, but always very much slower than you might expect. With practice you will learn to feel the slow, and slow down your inner time to adjust to that wavelength. If you've ever practiced tai-chi maybe you already know what I mean.
The enactment of trees extends for several feet around the trunk, at least until the area covered by the branches. So know how to respect that space if you choose to communicate with a particular tree. A good way is to ask yourself a few yards from the border of leaves, make a little bow of submission and start to move slowly towards the trunk, arms outstretched and palms facing the tree. Keep your eyes closed will help even more to perceive the boundaries of the adoption of the tree, and increasing its density gradually you close to the trunk. Your map should slow down more and more as you approach the tree, until such time as your hands will rely on the bark. In that moment of contact there is a flash of communication, a rapid flow of information: difficult to grasp with the mind but easier to perceive the body. I live like a small electric shock along the spine, but not necessarily be the same for you.
From this moment you can communicate, say, ask, listen ... You can feel the desire to embrace the tree, pull your heart to her, or your front of his torso, you might even be willing to pet, massage, or kissing her body. Indulge in this tender, if you like, it's just the world's heart that beats without distinction. Listen to what he has to say this is wisdom, the answer will always be ... but do not attach to it, do not expect anything, just Breathe, do not necessarily have the words in your head, just itching could be on your hands, or a sense of warmth in your chest, you let it go, is enough. You can then remove the contact slowly backward a few steps without turning one's back, and thank him with a gesture of supreme love that you join the palms in front of the heart and bowing his head, smiling.
The tree is a living symbol of alchemy to me that governs the evolution of things. Its roots are in the ground. Dark, cold and wet. Its seed is food rotting in the humus, the changing of the bodies of dead wood. Only here can arise from the trunk, whose will is the same: reach for the sky. Turn a small plant and his will never waver, nor be subject to confusion: it will always know what is the direction of the sky, and bend to continue to rise. The will of the trunk thins and breaks down in its height to reach the most rarefied, branching into smaller and more refined will, multiform and correct form in the body of the crown. From there, take as appendages of the spirit, born leaves are empowered to receive and process the sun its light into nourishment. Nutrients from decay, food from the Sun .. the land necessary to forge a trunk-will, which will open its branches in the crown of the sun to metabolize More could be said, because it is true that each symbol contains countless others, but I think now would only please the mind.
May you hear the song of the trees, traveler, because it's another light that shows the Way.
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