DSC_0024-001Greetings from my tree house. For all who wish peace and love for the world’s people, its creatures and plants, I have assembled this tree-themed photo essay.

Trees especially, because, though in many places in the world it is the season for cutting down and decorating trees to display indoors, I prefer my trees to remain alive in their natural decorations, their roots deep in the earth-world they nurture with their embrace.

All the trees featured here are native to New Zealand, many are endemic – they grow nowhere else in the world. Some are male, some female, some bisexual; their juvenile appearance may be different from their adult form. I love them all. I raised and planted them all during the last seventeen years (except the tree house of course).

 

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I have always felt the living presence

Of trees

The forest that calls to me as deeply

As I breathe,

As though the woods were marrow of my bone

[Michael S. Glaser]

 

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I part the out thrusting branches

And come in beneath

The blessed and the blessing trees.

[Wendell Berry]

 

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

[Chinese proverb]

 

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And see the peaceful trees extend

Their myriad leaves in leisured dance

[Kathleen Raine]

 

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That tree whose leaves are trembling: it is yearning for something.

[Diego Hurtado de Mendoza]

 

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I was raised by the song of the murmuring grove.

[Friedrich Holderlin]

 

 

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

[Robert Frost]

 

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Walk idly around it and rest under its shadow.

[Chuang Tzu]

 

 

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Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience.

[Hal Borland]

 

 

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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

[William Shakespeare]

 

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Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,

We fell them down and turn them into paper,

That we may record our emptiness.

[Kahlil Gibran]

 

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a green thought in a green shade.

[Andrew Marvell]

 

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In whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent and intimate hours.

[Marcel Proust]

 

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Every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

[Martin Luther]

 

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What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

[Pablo Neruda]

 

 

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Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

[George Bernard Shaw]

 

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Let me desire and wish well the life

These trees may live when I

No longer rise in the mornings.

[Wendell Berry]

 

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That my soul may repose on the branches of the trees which I planted,

[Part of an inscription on an ancient Egyptian tomb]

 

[With gratitude to online sources of poetry: Spirit of Trees; Poetry in Nature; Interesting Literature]

 

Dr Trish Nicholson, a social anthropologist, is the author of A Biography of Story, A Brief History of Humanity, a global social history of the power of stories in the comedy and tragedy of human affairs.

“Stories are like deep-rooted trees that survive through flood, drought, heat and cold to provide fruits that nourish each generation gathered within the shade of their branches.” [A Biography of Story, A Brief History of Humanity p.413]

 

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The Peace of Trees
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2 thoughts on “The Peace of Trees

    • December 7, 2017 at 7:21 pm
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      Thank you. I’m so pleased, coming from you who knows so much about trees and whose love for them is without boundary.

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