Tuesday, May 1, 2007
I have never seen a tree weep from an injury quite like this. Usually trees are stoic. We do not see the pain and suffering our actions and those of the birds and insects cause. I saw this tree on my morning walk. I have probably walked by it hundreds of times without noticing it. The wound is what drew me to it. I touched it in sympathy. The wetness was like tears, not sticky like sap. It has not stopped weeping.
Living on a mountain, I take trees for granted. I love them but they are everywhere in the thousands. How jaded I have become. What does it take to be noticed in this world? Only pain and suffering? The same is true for each of us. What does it take for us to notice each other? Or a tree in pain.