Blog – The Language of Trees

What would happen if we knew the language of trees?
Do you wonder what the wisdom of a seedling is compared to the insights of an ancient Coastal Redwood?
Would it be the difference between a toddler speaking and a Shakespearian author?
Imagine the depth of understanding of any living thing that could live for thousands of years. I wonder what its perception of mankind would be. Would we be nothing more than a blight that came through their land, tearing out their friends, causing death and destruction? Would they live with some level of anger and resentment towards humanity?
I believe not!
I believe that anything that can live that long and can stand still in the everchanging seasons of this world would have learned a level of acceptance and trust.
It would understand that some live and some die at the base of their towering power. It would understand that certain scampering creatures that run up and down its bark and make homes in its branches … live a short life.
It would understand that it does not have power over the cycles of nature. It would continue to reach for the light high up in the sky and stretch its roots ever deeper into the places where the soil is wet and fertile.
I wish to have enough patience to sit at the base of my trees and have them tell me their stories about the storms and the great seasons of change that they have witnessed.
I wish to have a long enough life that I could manage to share what they try to tell me.
I dream of enough life in this incarnation that I can learn the languages of the ancients and that I have enough wisdom to understand the depth of their poetry and prose. I wish for the ability to be able to integrate their knowledge so completely that I finally can learn to be content in my own stillness.
~Suzanne Wagner~