When I Am Among the Trees
“When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
Annual trek to the Snowbowl to spend time with the Aspens on the Arizona Trail. Aspens are clonal organisms. All of the aspen trees in a clone sprout off of a common, massive root system and are considered to be “clones” or genetically identical. The aspen trees themselves usually live 80-120 years. The root systems can live for thousands.
It would appear that just about everyone had come to Celebrate the Trees. A joy to observe and be part of these festivities. There also remained big stretches of solitude, quiet time, and just surrendering to nature’s loving embrace on this Arizona Trail.
Mary Oliver certainly said it best with her delicious poem When I Am Among the Trees. The photos images I captured of the Aspens with the camera lens say it for me.
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