What the Trees Don’t Say

Kartar next to Sequoia tree

Kartar next to Sequoia tree

Trees and I talk while I walk among them.  They feel like friends.

The past three days I walked among trees that had nothing to say. And as I walked among them with my partner of thirty-five years, both of us had nothing to say. The trees took our thoughts away just by being who they are. They felt like gods.

fallen hundreds of years ago

fallen hundreds of years ago

These trees had seen it all in their 3-4000 years of life.  They had stood resolute without the idea of ‘resolute’.  They had taken what they needed from the sun and earth.  And to top it off, they were blessed with just the right combination of good genes that allowed them to prosper and live long.

Fire creates a cave

Fire creates a cave

They had even taken what they needed from the fire that licked around the tough bark at their base.  And in most cases, the fire proved a friend that cleared more land for their gigantic trunk, more sunlight to absorb, and amazingly enough–the fire somehow (like popcorn, I imagine) prepped their seeds for germination.

These trees, if you haven’t guessed yet, are called Sequoias, named after Chief Sequoya.  If I were back in a native American/First Nations lifetime, I might call these trees, They Who Know All and Say Nothing.

Walking among them, I felt Not-I.  Not-I did not feel– Not-I be’d, if there was such a word.  I will say it as best I can to make sense for you:

Not-I simply did be.

Walking the giant forest

Walking the giant forest

A magical holy experience.

As you walk so softly among these giants, the silence around you begets more silence.

The few birds flitting in and out amount the trees are also quiet, as though they know…this is a sanctuary.  This is the place where the giants reign.  We know our place here.

climbing Moro Rock

climbing Moro Rock

Top of Moro Rock, Sierras on one side, Giant Forest on the other

Top of Moro Rock, Sierras on one side, Giant Forest on the other

The rocks joined the trees in grandeur.  We climbed one rock that had 350 steps.  It was simply being itself as we huffed and puffed up and down, snapping photo after photo along with hundreds of other human-ants who made the trek that day.

Coming down from the mountains, I still feel the silent space.  It is peaceful.  It is just being.  It is being alive, and it has no words, so I am going to stop talking now.  The trees have shown me how.

from the bottom up

from the bottom up

About the Author:

Shakta is an AMS certified Montessori teacher, and the author of five well-known Yoga books, CDs and DVDs. Her latest book, The Yoga Way to Radiance: How to Follow Your Inner Guidance and Nurture Children to do the Same, is scheduled for release in summer of 2016, (Llewellyn Worldwide)   Visit Shakta's Writing and Poetry Site

3 Comments

  1. Ren September 17, 2013 at 6:26 pm - Reply

    I know that feeling! Thank you for sharing and reminding. Love and blessings!

  2. Prabhu March 31, 2015 at 11:52 pm - Reply

    Love this blog for so many reasons. Thank you!

  3. radiantchildyoga April 1, 2015 at 12:14 am - Reply

    Thank you for feeling what I was conveying. It is so lovely to share as humans, to commune in the way the trees do.

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