I once read that our spirits, after they have passed from life, live in the trees. that it is not ghosts that live in them because ghosts are "weak shadows of reality" and, if anything, that we are more ghostlike than the spirits living in the trees.
it really got me thinking about trees.
what is the oldest, most sprawling, wrinkled, weathered tree you have ever seen? where was it? was it mangled or chopped in places or were the roots growing from the ground? when you walked up to it did it feel as though you instantly felt more calm and reverent in the presence of something so huge and old? I wonder if it's naive or pretentious to think about trees this way. granted, I've taken to second-guessing all of my thoughts these days and usually wind up labeling them as "unoriginal."
in any case, it is something I entirely don't understand but cannot deny, the existence of such feelings when I'm in close proximity to an old soul such as that of a tree. perhaps God lives in them.
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Hi, Wow, what an incredible post! You have a lovely way of expressing yourself. My brother and I grew up on a farm and often went 'exploring' and looking for adventures. One of my favourite missions was when we discovered a tree that had been cut down years before - it was enormous - over a meter in diameter around the trunk and it had fallen across a little stream in an overgrown forest. Because it had been there for so long, it was covered in moss. The entire setting was absolutely magical - we played there for hours that day and I loved to visit it afterwards. One can only imagine the splendid, peaceful spirits that lived there!
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