“God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, “Ah!”
I have fallen in love – in love with an ancient tree at the base of the little hill below April House. I sensed something special there in the patch of trees beyond the old stone wall. I saw a glimpse of its gnarled black branches obscured by the younger growth and spring leaves.
So I set out on a walk of exploration.
At the base of the hill I found a mowed area with several old oak trees with “my” tree standing guard above them all. The Guadeloupe River is just a short distance away. My April House hostess, Linda, says she often imagines the Native Americans camping in this spot, where many arrowheads have been found.
I greeted the trees, the Indian paintbrush, butterflies and a lone ladybug. There was such a sense of reverence and timelessness that I just spent the morning there, communing, touching, listening, and being. I found it easier to breathe, easier to relax, easier to appreciate the Creator and to sense the vastness at connects all of creation.
My attempts to capture the majesty of this sentinel tree with my camera all failed to do it justice. It would take three or four people to circle the trunk with their arms.
The roots above ground are huge, surrounded by stones and young underbrush. I wanted to get close, to touch the ancient trunk, and to experience the healing, grounded energy. I didn’t feel comfortable making the short climb. I was unsure of my balance and was apprehensive of creatures that might consider me an intrusion.
In my head I heard, “Come closer.” I said, “But I am afraid.” Somehow I found the courage to make the short climb to stand with my back to the wide trunk. I felt my own energy reach deep down grounding me into the earth among the ancient roots and then soar to heavens with the branches. I felt brave and safe and loved and known, sheltered by this massive friend. This awesome anchor into the earth has known centuries, hardship, growth and change. It survives still to inspire us with its massive beauty and wisdom.