I have spent the majority of my life living in New England, and so I am familiar with the visual delight that Autumn brings--vibrant colors in amazing arrays of combinations that never cease to amaze and delight me. This time of year, more than the others, directs me to contemplate trees. 

In my youth I started as a tree climber, often scurrying to the uppermost branches, safely nestling into a few sturdy limbs and being content to remain there for long periods of time. There was something wonderfully calming to be up there amongst the leaves, especially when the wind blew and feeling the sensation of being one with the swaying limbs. I always felt safe and in some way held. 

As I have progressed in years, my approach to trees has become far more relational. There is a beech tree that resides on the bank of the brook behind the house where I grew up in Westbrook that I befriended when I was 8. I was drawn to its soft smooth silvery bark, and hugging this tree became routine. This beech tree was my confidant, often bearing witness to stories I could not speak to others and the tears I needed to cry. I came to love this tree. So much so that, albeit 55 years have passed, I still trek into the woods to give my precious beech tree a hug whenever I can. 

Last week, while I was pet-sitting in Madison, a massive oak tree lived adjacent to the road, a couple of houses down. This tree exuded a presence that made me stop in amazement each time I passed by. Her massive trunk far exceeded the width of my outstretched arms; textured bark and burly knots conveyed her character and age; my neck strained as my eyes followed the limbs skyward. Aloud I’d say: "Good morning, tree!" then respectfully await a reply. It is a silent exchange, an inner sensing of peace. I am awed by her magnificence and feel reverence for her wisdom. I bless her and continue on my way. 

In the midst of this Autumn season (with sights and smells like no other), I encourage you to walk amongst trees, either in the woods or perhaps even around your neighborhood. Seek out a tree (or trees!) that speaks to you in its quiet way. Sometimes it begins with a gentle nudging that makes you pause and take notice. I invite you to also engage--it is a relationship worth cultivating. 

The following is a poem by Mary Oliver that conveys this relationship beautifully. I hope you enjoy it. 

When I Am Among The Trees 
by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness, I would
almost say they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself in
which I have goodness and discernment,
and never hurry through the world but walk
slowly and bow often.

Around me, the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say.
"And you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine."

Peace & Blessings, 

Linda Choser