I've been thinking extra about trees again lately. If I happen to be on foot in what's turned to rather cold weather, or *riding* in a car and at a stop light, I just stop and marvel at them. When the weather is mild I walk among them and sit beneath them. I soak in their essence knowing I am not taking their energy, rather I am basking in it, sharing in it, sharing in a profound energy that they themselves are sharing with the Universe, themselves. Trees, for me, are a greater part of Nature, where I feel my Spirituality, and feel at One with Life around me.
Trees fascinate me, when I realize what teeny seeds, and relatively small other seeds they come from, considering the gigantic size so many can become. And yet, I feel they retain a humbleness, in spite of this amazement. Some of them take many decades to become so huge, too. And if you're from the land of "The Trees of Mystery" as I am, you can't