Dear Glowing Heart,
Saturdays are different then they used to be. Once upon a time, Saturday mornings were for making a big breakfast and gathering at the table a little later than usual to catch up. These days, as my children have grown, we are on different schedules. For instance, with some working and some sleeping in, I wake up to quiet mornings. On this particualr day, my daughter suggested I walk before starting breakfast. So I did.
Such a beautiful fall day with the changing of leaves. The colors have been vibrant and, by this time, they are falling rapidly with every swoosh of the wind. As I came around the corner, I felt a call, a nudge, and a tug at my heart. “Look at me,” said this one magnificent tree, which I’ve admired over the years. So I did. I not only looked, I took her picture from multiple angles. I stood in awe. After that, I headed on my way around the winding path. My heart was swelling with joy and love.
On my way back, I ran into a neighbor, a woman whom I’ve seen many times over the years. We are cordial, and we say hello and chat for a brief moment about the weather. This time, however, I saw her pull out her camera and, after she also snapped a picture of the same tree, I said, “Isn’t she beautiful? I took a picture, too.” And that was it. The tree was an invitation, a beautiful opening to a sing-song, back and forth rhythm of sharing. First about our love of the tree and then about our love of all things.
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is, in the eyes of others, only a green thing which stands in the way,”
William Blake
We have a kindred heart for all of nature. It started with an article that we discovered a mutual acquaintance sent to both of us about The Fascinating Science of How Trees Communicate. Later, I watched an insightful video about How Trees Secretly Talk to Each Other. Instead of going our separate ways as usual, we continued our walk together all the way back to my front drive. During that walk back, I shared a few of my stories, like the ones I share here with you. My recounting of magical moments touched her heart. My neighbor stood there, moved to tears, as she told me that I need to share my stories. It was an other-worldly orchestration. Above all, how could she have known that just earlier in the morning, I was wondering, asking about the value of such stories to others? Who is my tribe?
I discovered, once again, that the value of sharing the stories from my heart is not always meant for everyone. It is meant for kindred spirits. Above all, my heartfelt expressions are meant for the ones who are moved to tears by the simplicity of life and who love nature. My stories reach those who see the trees and act on their inner calling to linger a few seconds longer. Moreover, they recognize the impulse to trust. To stop and take a picture of rare beauty. And the way I find these souls, in sync with my own, is to simply share what is in my heart.
Trees are relational miracles all their own, entangled in complex, symbiotic webs of interbeing, constantly communicating with one another through chemical signals … an invisible, astonishing underworld.
Maria Popova
Much like the trees, we are ‘relational miracles’, and we communicate in these wonderful, invisible ways. Similarly, we send out signals to connect with one another. As the sweet nature artist Bob Ross said, “There is nothing wrong with having a tree as a friend.” Indeed it might just lead you to make a new human friend, find a member of your tribe, and remind you of your true calling.
I hope you continue to discover your purpose over and over again. It is what makes life an amazing adventure.
with love for your tree-hugging heart,
Rosa Maria
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