Email To My Favorite Tree

in Abundance Tribe5 months ago

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My dear favorite tree to climb!

How long it has been! More than half a century, to be more or less exact. Exactitude, as you must know better than any human, seeing as you are a tree, falls by the wayside as we age. But one thing is undeniably true, you and I were once very close, almost as one at times.

I remember that I had to gather all my strength to jump high enough to grab onto your lowest branch, heave my right leg over that branch, and somehow (I can’t imagine how I did this next step now) twist my then-much-smaller body on top of that branch. Almost daily, I would head over to your place, just a few steps from mine, and ascend into your heady heights. Things that happened on the ground were kind of scary in those days, and you gave me a place to both hide, and to be more fully me. How I've missed you!

I was so excited about writing to you today that I couldn’t sleep last night. I imagined all I would tell you, about my schooling years, my career years, my breeding years, and now my retirement years. In the light of morning, and in the twilight of my life (as you can see, I can still be a bit corny), those don’t seem important to me. I know that you, in your tree connection with all things, probably already know all this anyway.

Don’t think for a moment that I have forgotten you! One of my earliest posts on a blog of mine was about you. It was an entry for a 50 word story contest, and is a story that I am still especially proud of. The story, like you, made me feel like a winner. Here is the post, should you have some way to connect with the virtual world (I know you have those powers if you are reading this email), but I would like to reproduce it for you here:

The child gripped the tree’s fattest branch, heaved one leg over, and scrambled up.
She climbed until she had to listen carefully for cracking sounds from the thinner branches, and to press her body to the tree’s trunk.
The treetop bowed with every breeze or shift of her weight.
Safe.

Here’s some great news – I’m moving back there! Not to the house that is right next to you, but very nearby, near enough for me to visit you regularly. I will stand under your branches again my dear friend, and re-imagine the joy and sense of safety you gave me way back when.

We will rejoice together again very soon!

Much love,

Your All Time Champion, Even @galenkp Could Not Outdo Me

This is my entry to @riverflows ingenious Email To A Tree Contest. In looking over the very few comments I got on my long ago 50 word story, I see that @trucklife-family had something to say. That gives me goosebumps, and is why I chose Abundance Tribe as the community to post from today.

I don't have a photo of the tree, but I remember that it was a Douglas Fir. It was also on top of a large hill, the hill I grew up on, so the image is not that far off.

Thanks so much for reading!

This contest is right up @carolkean's alley. And I'll bet @zeleiracordero-2 could write something fabulous too.
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The treetop bowed with every breeze or shift of her weight.
Safe.

Here’s some great news – I’m moving back there! Not to the house that is right next to you, but very nearby, near enough for me to visit you regularly. I will stand under your branches again my dear friend, and re-imagine the joy and sense of safety you gave me way back when.

I love this owasco. Trees are such important companions to us when we're children, at least I have a few woody friends who used to hold me safe in their bows as I clambered around like a monkey 😂

I might have to have a go at this challenge riverflows has set up 🌳

Oh yes! Poetry is also accepted, and video. I hope you do!

Oh yes do!

Raj!!! how good to see you here! Are you recently returned, or have I missed?
I typed a long reply that mysteriously vanished before I could hit "post," and even "control + z" will not restore it.
So.... I love your poems and your communing with trees, @owasco, and am reminded of a Carl Sagan book which explained the universal falling-dream dates back to our ancestors who slept in trees. (I always hated the rock-a-bye baby song with the bough breaking, "and down will come baby, cradle and all").

After the epic storm of 2020 and the vast area (how many square miles??) losing more than half of our mature trees, I have great respect for the ones that didn't fall, and am ever mystified at how one sturdy, mighty oak toppled, while another held firm.

The pines - hardly any of them remain. Those that do are battered.

You get to move back to a place where after all these years and milestones, the tree of your childhood still stands (you've verified this, right?) - that's so cool! Only this week, a pine tree from my childhood went down in a storm. (It's in that post about my mom losing power and finishing the canning of the tomatoes over an open fire.)

Trees have their own internet system underground, but that is a topic for another post, and it's old news by now. Still cool, though!
Thanks for this tribute to a tree and may it be there for you for many years to come.

Hi Carol.

Yeah, I'm back blogging 2-3 times a week (some poetry and some comedic ranty blogs, and some photographic diary type post). Been back writing on hive for a bout a month now. What I realized is that it was all the behind the scenes stuff I was doing that was causing me massive stress. Basically, if I have daily commitments when my illness flares up I can't keep them and that stresses me to not be reliable.

Now I'm just here writing for fun it is much more manageable and fun 😂

Writing for fun, minus the managerial tasks - YES - curating, upovting, commenting, when it's mandatory and part of a designated role, can be stressfully time-consuming.

Welcome Back!!

And may you be well, always! Now to see what all I've missed - but first I'm supposed to be working on my novel. It was written as a contemporary but now it's an antique, set in 1993, before the internet and cell phones....

you and I were once very close, almost as one at times.

I have been thinking alot how children are at one with nature, until we teach them otherwise. Have you read 'Braiding Sweetgrass'? Its such a beautiful book.

For some reason this made me sob a little. That you're returning to a place of childhood. And I imagine you, when you leave this coil, climbing the tree, moving skyward with all the great tree spirits.

A beautiful entry, dear @owasco! thanks so much.

My pleasure!

I had a maple tree I would climb as a child. My first thought when I saw the conifer photo was "Pine pitch on hands!" :))

I don't remember that as a problem! Maybe it was worse in the spring?
I would climb anything I could. I wanted very much to live in a treehouse.

Beautiful writing! Thanks for the mention. I'll see what I can do, my dear.