What do trees know that humans don’t?

February 1, 2015

D of Central Iowa asks three questions.

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We will answer all three of her questions this week.

Q. What do you know that humans don’t, but wish they did?

A. Oh! There is so much. Where do I begin? All of creation has messages for you, things to teach you beyond your imagination, beyond the scope of your science, beyond all languages on earth. You think everything your senses perceive is the limit to what is. Everything you perceive and all that you do not perceive is held together by the gravity, the invisible fabric of love. Not the sappy conditional love you sing of ad nauseum, but the very power and fuel of all that is! The stuff of life! Human words can’t express this concept… When the singer sings “I wanna know what love is” Do they really “wanna know”, or is it just a line used to pick up sensitive young women?

You too are made of this stuff and can learn to expand your perception. Over-thinking everything from educating children to what you should eat to which religion is right holds humanity (and probably you) back. The very thing you prize most highly in your culture, your intellect, can keep you from expanding into so much more. Learn to see, feel, smell, hear and touch with your hearts then will you truly become one with the power of all that is. When you do this you can use your full spectrum of powers and abilities, even your smarts, for good!

Again, this probably sounds sappy to you intellectuals out there, but OK, come up with some smart new words then!

The first question for Grandmother Cottonwood

January 10, 2015

Q. From S of eastern Nebraska: Why all the white stuff? (by which he means cottonwood seed fluff released in the springtime)

A. I might as well ask you, why all the zillions of sperm and billions of eggs? Why all the children? How would you answer that?

The white stuff, smart aleck, carries deep love, hope for the future and viable seeds that will perpetuate my kind on this magnificent planet. Believe me, I don’t worry about your window screens or pool filters as I allow my seeds to burst forth. This is who I am! This is what I have been and where I’ve come from! I am by all descriptions a giant among the trees, yet I began from a tiny windblown seed embedded in what you call “white stuff”. I am a miracle! Nothing can hold my seeds back. My beautiful seeds float effortlessly on the wind held aloft by the “white stuff”. As my seeds grow, I witness the transformation from fragile seedling to young sapling to magnificent giant, leaves shimmering in the summer breeze. I am very proud of my offspring! This is the longing of life for itself, the knowledge that this earth is our home, that we belong here, and that life is good! We have re-enacted this cycle for millennia and will continue, so get used to the white stuff!

Make a nice pillow with the extra fluff and dream of me as you sleep on it, or take it down to the nearest creek and let it float with the current. Next spring, you may see an entire stand of young cottonwoods on the nearest sandbar. Perhaps they will speak to you.

I wish for you to know above all else that life on this planet is good! Dig your roots deep into the soil and live fully.