Lately, as the trees are in the process of going into a long winter’s rest, I’ve been observing the tree bark and considering the lessons to be learned.
The bark is a pretty barrier to the would be harms of the world in which the tree lives. It is not the tree, it is not the Life, the real life of the tree.
The bark shows battles, and wounds survived. The bark is life and nourishment and home to many other non tree species.
The bark reveals where the tree has been without ever leaving its place.
The tree’s secrets are kept only to be revealed at its seeming death. One tree’s death is like a human losing a nail. Life continues for millions of the same kind, all over the planet,.
Abbey of Gratitude 