I felt called early this morning to go out and sit in the space the tree filled and enjoy the wind, tree spirits and stars. It felt spiritual as can be.
Yesterday I was reminded of the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. If you don't know it, it is a beauty, and the pictures are lovely and sweet. I will put the words here, though they really need the pictures.
Once there was a tree ....
and she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play
And when he was tired
he would sleep
in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree ...
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb
up my trunk and swing from my branches
and eat apples and play in my shade
and be happy."
I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money.
Can you give me some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them
in the city. They you will have money
and you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the tree
and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
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