Becoming a Tree in the Magic Meadow

July 12, 2022

I found my Magic Meadow while in California. This meadow is full of Devas, shining with effervescent light.

Upon arrival the first gaze is to its trees – old and young as they gracefully grow up the canyon. Having no appreciable rain in a long time, the grass is scarce, but each blade makes a difference between gravelly dirt and greenness. The grass was sparse, but enough to fill the ground like down. The sunlight and shade is varied upon the time of day as the canyon walls were steep and the direct sunlight was scarce.

I would go each day to bask in the magic of this meadow. I would pull the silence, the grandeur, and the light into my soul. I would sit for long periods of time silently soaking. Time really did stop. No one looking for me, no one aware of where I was, I was free! Free to be me! Free to search out the recesses of my inner world and fill them with this bountiful magic of this Meadow. I was a small bird with her mouth wide open.

I noticed that the trees began their journey to the sky as straight and then curved towards their neighbors, interweaving their branches, or just slightly touching leaf to leaf. They reached for companionship, or mentorship, or just to touch. I would mimic their outlines with my arms and my body, curving myself in exact replica of their structure. Spine curved, arms spread to follow the lines of each tree, hoping to know more deeply their soul. Wanting to understand them, be them for the moment…a long moment….just enough time to leave my body behind and become one.

Lovely….really!

The other tree behavior I have noticed is that leaves always seem to be ruffling. Have you noticed that yet? No rest – or very little rest. I wonder if they like all that busyness? Do they hope for a respite? Or does the wind remind them of their aliveness? Does the movement of the wind on their small spines help each leaf to dance as if there is no one watching? A song only they can hear.

Looking up, high up where the trees meet the sky, those leaves are always in movement. Are they reaching for more? Are they helping the tree grow taller? Are they talking to the Devas and making deals, or are they calling down to those leaves underneath in their joy like children at the top of a water slide calling down to their friends in wild hoops of laughter and encouragement?

My mother used to comment on trees as we drove on the highway. She would say, “Look at that tree. Doesn’t it look lonely?” I would see a tree having grown out of a tawdry fence, all alone, limbs dragging towards the ground. “Yes, mom, it sure does.” Or she would point out a tree that had all its leaves shining in the sun, each branch a perfect silhouette against the backdrop. All alone, but shining, nonetheless.

Thanks, mom, for this inspiration. You were my compass to seeing with another set of eyes.

I hold a deep appreciation and love to the trees that I have met along my journey and who have opened their souls to me. I especially thank the trees on my farm that know me and love me as much as I love them.