tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post6871753793587099888..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Listening To Treeschristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-66774103572639603172011-03-08T12:20:06.454-08:002011-03-08T12:20:06.454-08:00How can we have this conversation and not bring in...How can we have this conversation and not bring in the Ents? Tolkein had such a wonderful vision with Treebeard and his comrades. Trees do not move very fast and their language would be slow too. <br /><br />Perhaps it would be deep as well, as deep as roots into the earth. Note to self: when I see a tree in the air I see a part of the whole. The part in the air feeds on sunlight and engages in sex. The other part of the tree is more mysterious and lives in the earth. We do not usually think of the part below ground as equally important with the part above ground. I suspect a tree with a self image would think about eating at least as much as we do and would thus cherish his or her roots, especially in winter, when many trees withdraw into them.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-4239967011419716612011-03-08T11:36:43.859-08:002011-03-08T11:36:43.859-08:00Note to self: buy stethoscope. :) It would be coo...Note to self: buy stethoscope. :) It would be cool to have a solid experience of trees' blood-sounds to go with the (rather more common) experience of their breath-sounds.<br /><br />That image of the ear pressed to a tree makes me think of tin-can telephones. If we can talk through tin cans and string, wouldn't it be something to talk through root systems and sympathetic trunks?Joseph Harkerhttp://namingconstellations.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-32305879033087029962011-03-08T11:01:36.937-08:002011-03-08T11:01:36.937-08:00today i hiked through the woods again. always, on...today i hiked through the woods again. always, once lost, i am found. amongst the trees i am more here than anywhere else. amongst the trees i am one of them. just a sapling but perhaps one day i'll be more.<br /><br />the path divided. we got a new foot of snow the other day and there had been no one through one way. and so i went into the trees. working my body through the woods i was so alive. and too, ok if i were to die. <br /><br />i urged myself to tell my children we are alive today. here here, feel our trunks. only today exists. tomorrow is an illusion.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-18139637408583989352011-03-08T07:19:53.812-08:002011-03-08T07:19:53.812-08:00I love trees and walk down by the river to be near...I love trees and walk down by the river to be near them. I love the sound of the wind, rustling their leaves, they whisper to me, just be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com