The Mouse in the House
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The secrets of trees

Tree shadows 1

From "A Different Yield" by Linda Hogan (from Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World):

"A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I've envisioned that woman's silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf."

This is what I aspire to, a hearing just so open and full.

Tree shadows 2

"It is the last thing we learn, / listening to the creature world... "   - Jane Yolen

Tree shadows 3

"Listen, listen, listen..."  -  Phyllis Holliday

Tree shadows 4

The phtotographs above of the trees growing out of an old stone boundary wall dividing the hill we live on from woods. The Days of the Dead (Nov. 1 - 4) are a time when the boundaries between Worlds are easily crossed.... Quiet, now. Listen.


This is the Day

This is the day,
the trees bending
either side of me
as I walk the path,
the Lade Braes,
into the grey town,
that I will listen.
Their voices tremble
like leaves, like mothers
whispering to sleeping children--
wake to me, wake to me--
In the autumn of life,
the trees' secrets
no longer green,
promise me one spring,
and one spring more.
I will sleep deeply
this winter, rooted well,
for why should trees,
their woody feet
deep into the world
while we walk heavy
on the curvature
breaking the sod
with every step,
why should the trees
care to lie?

©2012 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

Ahhh wrapped well in the shawl of pictures, poetry, and Tilly! I think i can now go onto a hard days work....blessings

This is beautiful, Jane. And Terri, the entries and aspiration to listen such good counsel. For the honoring of the dead I have offered this:

"Thank you" the greatest prayer.

the leaning in for the listening ...

Oh what a gift. My name is suspended between the trees. They did sing to me and I did listen.
And Tilly is a listener too. We can see that.

So beautiful!

Very beautiful, Jane. And very autumnal, in every sense of the word.

I hope your lecture went splendidly!

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