“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
The neighborhood reverberated with the sound of curb ball cheers, jump rope rhymes, the laughter of children, and the wonderful chaos of the summer season. Play was the only agenda for children in those days. Going down to the wood to find snakes or possibly some late tadpoles, riding your bike for hours aimlessly with your friends; such an ease and contentment with life and yet, like Thoreau, my day was never complete without a visit to my favorite Sycamore.
Standing tall, and proud in the middle of my back yard, it’s branches were a favorite haunt on those days when I wished to travel to another place in time, be it through the written word or my imagination. Most of the time it was to escape the happy chaos of the neighborhood and simply watch the leaves dance gracefully with the wind in silent communication with my gentle giant. For years that tree and I shared a kinship that many may not recognize as friendship, but to me, he was all that and more.
Soothing, and warm, he had a hum to him that allowed me to melt into a part of his reality, and dream of a world where only nature spirits and elementals existed. It did not matter what was going on in my little world when I found comfort on my favorite branch. That tree and I were together in silent, agreeable companionship.
How lucky are we who can find a place in nature and sit in silent communication? It is a blessing that is affordable to everyone of us. Nature has a way of clearing away the stresses of daily life, and allowing us to reset, to dream, to find magic in life that we often forget as we get caught up in life and its demands. Yet nature is always patiently waiting for us to come and embrace it’s magic, it’s friendship that is filled with no other goal than shared peace. Where ever your inner spirit is calling you, remember your nature spirit friends, and give thanks for their silent acceptance and care.