Thank you tree for letting me lean against you.
This morning on my usual walk I saw you. I noticed you. I appreciated and valued you.
Thank you tree.
As I walked around you I marvelled at your shapes, textures and folds. I followed your trunk up with my gaze to your far up tall big strong branches. And I felt how still and yet strong you are. And I felt with the skin of my palm and fingertips – rough and smooth and warm comfort.
So I sat down beside you on the ground and snuggled up against you, into you. I felt my back up against you, resting on, being supported by your strength.
i can feel anything here. I could even dare to show you my shadow less-than-perfect-all-the-time self. The bit that we can deny or push-down, not appreciate when it is around. Yet here it is. And here I am. So I lean on you freely and I let my body weight be held, supported by the ground underneath me.
How deep do you go tree roots?
How deep do you go earth and ground? Far, far bigger than me. And that feels good. Solid. Safe.
And I can feel here. I can show and let all of me be here – all of my emotions, fears, doubts, joys, insecurities and hope, pride.
For you stay here, big and strong, tree and earth.
Thank you.
To be held, supported in this way, without judgement or the other having obvious needs, is very precious.
And I love it. I love these times when there is no-where else to be, no-thing to do or fix or create. Just being held from a vast, spacious, strong and grounded place.
And I love it.
Thank you tree. Have a great day now. xxx
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