Trees

As usual, today I was marveling at the trees around me. They seem as living beings as I am: born, moving though (in one place) and dying. The spiritual books (bible and Quran)  praise God's creation of trees and plants placed to support the animals, but I  place them all along side.  

Today I decided to take a good long walk: "A quick coffee and I'll be off. Mm I've run out of coffee beans, and it would be a shame so spoil my start without that?", do I? ". I did, walking to the nearest shop that had my favorite beans ...  And then it was nice to write this blog ...!
I'm getting off now, I really am ...

Most of the books I read are to do with spirituality; but usually my thoughts fade away as I read. Most of my encounters with trees show me a kind of spirituality: as a fleeting moment in which I and the tree seem to me to be as one. 

I was thinking this morning of  using my circle dance to to the song "Woodstock" in an a forthcoming event, with its words including  "We are stardust, we are golden.  And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden", here mean a "garden of Eden". It is said Mohamed started his work with flying to it. Not every one is charged for the rest of their life's work with a vision of perfection. Not every one knows how to use it.

On Sunday we had used our garden for discussion of a group supporting Palestine, and yesterday I put out, for taking back, the unused beer bottles (please note the "unused", not the beer!). Later I wandered for a walk (no, the wandering is not to do with the beer, which was little used!) and I went out to sit on a fallen tree in the middle of a little known grove. The world seemed more real there.