While I was in hospital the big old tree that dominates my new garden developed its full cover of greenery in the warm spring weather. Sitting inside as I let my body heal I am spending hours looking out into this tree.
While the tree seems to be exuding some gentle yet powerful healing magic it’s hard to photograph from inside the house. It’s only when I get outside underneath the branches that I can fully appreciate it’s majesty.
I have no idea what species this tree is other than knowing it is not an Australian native because it is deciduous. I also have no idea how old it is but it could well be over 100 years old. I live in the old part of a town that was first settled by whites in the 1850s. The little cottage I live in is nowhere near that old but the land it stands on could well have been a farm and the tree planted as a shelter tree.
All these details don’t matter at all to me right now. I am simply soaking up the wonderful tree energy and enjoying the play of light through the branches over the course of the day. I think about how the roots of this tree must plunge deep into the earth while the topmost branches reach out and embrace the sky. Thinking these thoughts I feel immensely grateful for the beauty of earth and for the way much human activity actually adds to that beauty. It’s so easy now to see only the gloom and doom of negative future projections. It’s so good to have been given this time to stop and appreciate life (even though I’m chafing at the bit to be better and get back out into the world I know there’s no quick health for me right now).
The tree in my new garden is a living presence that has come to symbolise health, longevity and strength to me.