You ever just tree-watch? Perhaps not because it’s not as exciting as people watching. But then again, if you watch with your being, it really is. How eloquently they stand, no matter the changing weather or the temperature. Regardless of the trash that’s thrown at their base or the weeds that grow atop their roots. Despite the unpredictable conditions or the uncertainty of the natural world. So deeply rooted in their fundamental nature that they are unbreakable, adding their unique and necessary brilliance to the atmosphere without hassle. They’re even known to dance in the wind or to smile at the pouring rain. Always at ease, forever at attention, no matter.
I suppose we could all be a little bit more like the trees. Or, a lot. A lot less concerned. A lot less moved. A lot less pressed and unsure and insecure. None of that stuff matters, anyways, the mind stuff. It’s all one’s own reality show. Let the trees tell it, and all is well, always, all ways. They’re outlined and filled with love, and that is the beginning, middle, and end.
If only humans were of no mind, we’d say the same, surely. You think there are Kardashian trees? You think trees are in the market for Louis Vuitton moss coverings? You think trees are looking over at their neighborly trees, hating on them because they’ve got different color leaves or a bigger trunk (even thought that just means they’re secretly jealous)? Think they cling tightly to memories of unbroken branches or less-aged bark? Hell no. To all of those questions, hell no. Trees don’t care, they don’t mind, that’s the difference. Humans mind, trees don’t. They just be. Not trying to take all the air and leave others without, or soak up all the water and leave the other trees starving. No, only and always just enough. In perfect alignment with the world around them. Just out here doing their part, playing their role. The trees know what’s up.
Nature is the real bible. It doesn’t preach, doesn’t promote hypocrisy or request that you adhere to strict guidelines, it just is. Shows the way by way of its own inescapable nature. Trees, flowers, the wind, grass, it all simply co-exists, and perfectly so. No judgement, comparison, or questions asked. Simple, Divine perfection and cohesiveness. Take note.
With Love, Solé