When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
I spent the day at a CE training tilted Yoga & Mindfulness Therapy: Mind-Brain Change for Anxiety, Moods, Trauma, and Substance Abuse.
It was a long day of sitting in a dark room. We were released at 4 and by 4:30 I was walking along the river. I needed it. I needed the fresh air, to be by the water, to listen to the current, to watch dogs run around, to feel the sun hit my face through the trees.
I’ve always needed fresh air and movement, and I shape my days so that I’m sure to get both. That’s how I get through the long days, by having this something that “saves me daily”.
What’s your something?