Thank you Tania Marie! It is hard to live in a land where the mass murder of trees is considered “progress”, and where so many take pleasure in destroying plants and trees each week-as loudly as possible. So beautiful and comforting to read these gentle, contrasting words!
Magickal Tree in High Park, Toronto I found on my visit there in 2013
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can…
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