Archive for March, 2012
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Do you hear the song?
Posted in Trees, tagged honoring trees, tree, Treewhispers on March 27, 2012| Leave a Comment »
whispers…
Posted in Art, Trees on March 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Greetings! I love this sharing!
Posted in Art on March 25, 2012| 1 Comment »
In our Enchanted Walkabout programs we share the importance of connecting to your tree. Once you have selected and befriended your tree, the energy of this tree will be forever connected to you no matter where you are in the world. Plus your tree can be your Healing Tree especially if you have any aches, pains, stress or discomfort, you can ask your tree to take it away. We have found it is very important to acknowledge and love the tree before asking it to take your pain away. Nearly everytime an adult walks with us, their inner child come out as they see and feel the world through a new set of eyes and heart. The joy returns to them as they see the world of nature through the eyes of a new vision and of the child within. The trees have been waiting a long time for us to come back to them and to see them as living, breathing, loving beings and as a creation of God. Bless your trees. Always Be In Joy!
John Springer
Posted in Art, Trees on March 19, 2012| Leave a Comment »
signs of spring
Posted in Art on March 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Conversations with trees
Posted in Art on March 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Mt. Ascension
Posted in Trees, tagged tree, Trees, Treewhispers on March 12, 2012| Leave a Comment »
THE TREE
Posted in Art on March 11, 2012| Leave a Comment »
The strange thing is how the tree loves me back.
Rooted–obviously–in one place yet
those tendrils connect–subterraneously–to me.
Bark thick, corrugated, elephant skin
yet penetrable: witness the tender spot
where inner wood lies exposed.
An animal? A storm? A spirit?
Or an example of how an old warrior
can be wounded and survive.
I touch your wound and begin to heal.
I wrap my arms around your fullness and am filled.
I step back, gaze a the whole of your reaching,
stretching until my fingertips brush eternity.
When your heart-shaped leaves rustle
my heart whispers, too.
When they fall upon the earth
I know that I am earth, too.
And when the waning light
turns your bare branches gold,
I’m rich–I own the world.
Maker of tree, sky, earth and me–
How in the world did You make the tree love me?
–Laura Bernstein