Trees of the Prophetic
Coming along the path that unfolded before me, I cared not much to stop and chat with the individuals of personal habitats, that opened their doors and called me by name. Enter in with us and have a time of social hour, as we all sit drinking our coffee and spots of gin, while curling our toes around this fireplace mantle, with well re-hearsed lines of what might have been in the way back when….and so I pressed my way on.
Keeping one’s vision in-tack can be a work of art, if one wants to compete in the arena’s of juried gallery’s, where often the need to create can be tempered with poetic prophetic verbal expressions of opinion. ”Show me an artist, who has not had to hack his own way through the cluttered groundwork of those who came before and I will show you one who does not know yet their beginning to ending.”
Ah yes, just up ahead, there I see it….the break in the rock wall, where soon I shall enter in at the gap between two worlds….
....this world I enter into now, is a land of living voices that are re-corded and in-coded by the ‘ancient ones’ who have viewed the passing of many such as I. So often I can get caught up in the need of ‘me’....and speaking of ‘I’, till one would wonder at the importance that I put upon my-self. While often at times such as this, I have learned….and am still learning the ‘art of humility’ that comes from being around these ancients of age.
I remember how I first started to learn about trees and wood, after I closed my books and went out searching in the forests for the wisdom as found in wood. One of my first lessons was about the memory found in trees….and so I sat and watched them throughout the four seasons….and then those seasons be-came seasons of years. I sat in silence, with only pencil and paper, writing and recording, till one day after trust had been established….a voice came my way. Imagine my surprise when one day leaning back against an ancient pine, I heard and felt the laughter that came forth from inside this ones trunk. Next came forth a still and small, but sturdy voice that said to me; ”this will not do, put away your pen and paper for now, for we can talk to you also….” So began my learning in the language of trees and the wisdom that these living ones have to share, is one that goes forth and continues even into this day!
This is their story, not all the story….as I am still learning what these have to say, but what I write here and in the past of concerning trees, is but a short glimpse into what I call ‘trees of the prophetic’....
....lifting their hands to heavens of glory,
where the winds of ill will fall upon empty shoulders,
i cannot tossel out the spirits of the gods,
who sit patiently waiting for any who would come this way….
—-my path was set in the before of my beginning,
were we all sat and discussed the what would come,
till falling asleep i came by way of matter slowed on down,
to this place of living out my dreams in forests of green….
—-these are their descriptive tell-tale signs of existence,
where getting to know trees is more then is often re-called,
and so just as i seek to know the ways of wood,
so also these mighty ones of ancient wisdom have re-vealed some of who i am….
I have not yet decided where this story is yet going and how it will end, since in truth….there can be no ending and so I will yet think and toss this one some more upon the live coals of my mind….
....so this is where I woke up from my camp of two nights ago. Instead of staying for one night till next morning….I guess I slept on through and missed a day….oh well! Time to get up and get this one on line, so upon awakening from my dreams….or, hmmm…..maybe I’m dreaming again, this is what opened up above me….
....shifting around some here on the ground, I thought I would give one more shot of this tall pine….the pines are really my favorites. The wind was blowing some this day and one could lay down here and just watch those tops moving in the wind….
....well we’re off again. Hope you remembered to bring along some extra pairs of socks since who knows when we’ll ever be getting back to that outside world. Walking like this can be an art of stimulation for one mind and so I all-ways carry pencil and paper to record the visions of ideas that come my way out here….
....now we’re on track, there’s the window I was looking for up ahead. Up to now I’ve been free roamin’ through these woods, while also listening to the endless chatter that is going on all around….what about you, can you here the language of the forest?....that is written herein….now we seem to be picking up on some ‘signs’, maybe an animal trail….
....one thing I learned long ago is to never loose an opportunity for walking through the window into an-other place in time when you are presented with an excuse to go ‘window waundering’....and so we walk….or do you want to learn the art of waundering?....now if one were not of a waundering mind, one might be tempted to follow this trail in these woods, but having studied my topographical maps and also by care-full listening and gut instinct I know that this is not the way. However I will take a compass bearing and make a notation for future reference when I come back here in the future….
....back on track we now come across a graveyard of fallen comrades, notice the short but widespread root systems herein….
....ah yes, the tell-tale signs of logging operations in the past and if one is sharply observing, you will also not the presence of barbwire running through this trunk. This all-ways amazes me and takes me back to days when much of this land was farm-land….remember when cows and sheep used to graze out here….
....all-ways watching is this one’s job….a sentry on duty to protect the ways of the ancient ones from the eyes of those who have un-clean hearts….
....root systems make for excellent study….
....root systems make for excellent ‘wood art’....
....fallen and yet now doing sentry duty….
....I will let this one speak for self….
....walking on by, I notice the pine trunks are getting thicker and there is also evidence of much blow down….
....wild forest waundering we continue on and yes we are deep in by now….
....looks like a nice place to stop and break for lunch….peanut butter and crackers with some home-made hummus, an apple, raisins and we’re off again….
....well here we are. Now this ones got some girth of wood….
....standing back I am lost within the size that starts welcoming me back to my beginnings….
....and so every bark tells a story….
....here’s an-other of the ancient bull pines….
....and closer up….
....well here we shall pause and stay the night, since I don’t have the time this morning to continue on with the photos of my last tree I found herein. And as I sit here thinking back over the events of the day, I am drawn back to rembering were it all started this morning and so I give thanks….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/