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Fallen. And it's SHITTY

  • Writer: Crone
    Crone
  • Dec 6, 2024
  • 1 min read

A poplar fell - not at the copse, but at the Reserve. This was a big tree. Where the roots tore out of the earth... you can see the violence of it.



But someone had already marked the downed trunk as territory. I don't know whose poo this is.


I went to see the Goddess Oak, with her dramatic omphalos.



I'm hoping that picture shows the face in the tree.


I sat with her and then with Kairos. This was what I got: humans always want more. More stuff; more love; more thrills; more sleep; more drugs; more life; more money; more land; more experiences; more knowledge; more children; more insight; more contentment. Every time we take more than our due - which is all the time - we make everyone else have less. The only ethics that a tree can understand is to love and what a tree loves is the soil and the air; the light and the water. What the trees say is: love what you need, not what you want; love who you are, not what you might become; love what is, not what might be. The trees say, love death as you love life, for both are your due.


And then I tried to relax but a pair of muntjacs were playing just through the trees.



 
 
 

2 Comments


maplekey4
Dec 06, 2024

I see the muntjacs playing, the woman inside the tree and the unidentified poop!

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Crone
Crone
Dec 13, 2024
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I'm glad you could see them all!

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