thank you savita and Viv. your comments were really beautiful. i enjoyed reading them alot. thank you paulo for posting the picture and inspiring in so many such a response. :) i feel safe.
Some years ago there was a fairly large earthquake in England that actually caused some structural damage; my own home had cracks in the walls that were quite impressive. When I went out for my walk with the dog, I went through my usual woodland, and had a thought. I used to teach on a nature reserve and one of the ways we used to get children(and adults) to understand that trees are living beings was to get them to put an ear to a tree trunk and listen to the sap rushing though the tree like blood through veins and arteries. It used to shock and delight people to hear the heartbeat of a tree. Though it was past the time of year when the heartbeat would be strongest(ie spring and summer) I decided to listen to my usual ‘friends’ and I got a shock. Though it was autumn, and though it was late in the day, every single tree I listened to was having what sounded very like palpitations. Even trees with thick bark that I normally never heard but the slightest whisper from were banging away like some many drums, and the ones with thin bark like birches were almost deafening. The trees were upset and alarmed still by the earthquake in the early hours of that morning. I’ve never before or since heard anything like it.
i love mountains and forests and nature in general. I just came down from a three day climb, and since I live near the tropics, the trees i’ve seen looked like these…and yes I too believe that the trees and the forests have spirits…as much as they are part of the web of life. During the climb, there were moments when I was already out of breath and very tired from the weight of my backpack, I then held the nearest mossed covered tree, drawing strength from its coldness. Asking for its help that I reach the peak, that I, together with my companions safely reach the peak…
One night i had a dream with these colors only i was at the soil level and all i looked was roots and shadows and i was walking through. It was ugly but it told me somethig that i did’t understood, but the experience was interesting. A friend told me that these images are seen under the efects of some mushrooms. I guess i have it on my system. Ha, ha.
The autumn is here with all it´s beauty, colourful and yet rainy. Reminds me of the weather right now in Malmö, Sweden. The wind blows from the sea, and soon it will get colder.
I am not so poetic like you Pandora, cute poem!!
Love, Tina
One more thing …
I walk in the forest everyday with my dog.
And the nature whispers to me … the treas, the birds and
even the wind :-)
Get close to me with reverence and humbleness and we will live in symbiosis, the treas whispers to me :-)
Dear Savita Vega, I really enjoyed your vision and insight of forests and their paths. Thank you for the journey.
And thank you Paulo for posting such a beautiful reminder of what is there to inspire us.
Incrível. Que beleza !
Eu ontem quando fechei os olhos por um mínimo momento durante o dia e recostei-me, assim, do nada vi essa imagem. Agora quando venho aqui dou “de cara”. Incrível !
Beijos,
Mari Rahael.
A floresta é vida,ar, amor, a simplicidade, a eternidade,um lugar de paz , luz.
O sol traz brilho,alegria, ilumina tudo a sua volta,principalmente meu coração,minha vida , meu mundo.
Que o sol de sua vida seja grandioso todos os dias e invada todas as frestas de seu coração como esta invadindo todos os cantos da floresta.
Feliz por estar qui compartilhando contigo este momento.
Com amor
Zoila Dias
Mr Coelho, can you explain me which is in the Tradicion the meaning of the Tree? I’ve heard that the Tree is a connection between the earth and the sky, the Superior an the Inferior. Does anybody explain why there are forests considered sacred?
Thank you, have anice day
The Tree of life.
In Ancient Greek mythology, Artemis was the goddess of the forest and the beuatiful Nymphs Naiaes were residing in it.
For me the forest is the symbol of our subconcious, another Labyrinth.
LOVE,
THELMA
When I pull back the curtains and peer out my bedroom window, early, just as the sun is rising on a foggy morning, this is what I see – a scene precisely like this. My daughter says the trees have spirits in them, just like us. She gets angry when one is cut or damaged. The pine sap that oozes forth from the wound, she believes, is blood. And so it is, I tell her. So it is.
Just yesterday we had a debate over roads. The county roads crew had come through the day before and trimmed back the trees that were threatening to overtake the small dirt road that leads to our house. Where there had been lush foliage overhanging the road the day before, yesterday there was only stubble, the jagged trunks of small trees sticking up. I tried to explain how a road, whether a dirt road or a highway, is still just a path, and how human beings have always needed paths to get from point A to point B. Whether that path takes the form of a footpath, a wagon track or freeway, a path is still a path, and if the overgrowth is not trimmed back periodically, the path will slowly disappear. I thought surely she would surrender her position at this point and succumb to the inevitable reality that roads must be kept clear of the forest that seeks to overtake them.
But she did not surrender so easily. (Funny how it is, being a parent – just when you think your about to teach something, you realize that it is your turn to learn.) “I go into the forest everyday,” she tells me, “And I find trails all over the place. If I bend down low to the ground, I can see them – trails made by the wild animals. And they don’t have axes and mowers – why is this?” At that point I had to stop and concede in my heart that she did indeed have a point. A point well worth considering on some deeper level.
The animals, in passing, make their paths, not by planning them out in advance, hacking them out or paving them. They make them by using them. The more they pass along a certain pathway, the more distinct it becomes, and this perpetual passage alone is enough to keep the trail open and clear of obstacles.
In our back yard is a footpath through the grass that leads from the back porch to the pen where I keep one of our dogs at night, one who is both blind and deaf and in need of his own safe space. When we moved here, there was no such path, as the pen wasn’t there yet. But, once I started walking back and forth that way several times a day, I began to notice something: the grass along the course I was taking was rapidly waning thin. Now, after a year of making this daily trek, back and forth, back and forth – from the porch to the pen, from the pen to the porch – I’ve begun to notice something even more profound. Not only has the grass worn away so that the path is visibly evident, but the ground itself has even sunken in a bit, so as to create a sort of trench, not deep, yet pronounced enough that even a blind person could follow it. This, I realize, is the nature of a “path that is made from walking,” as opposed to a path planned out and created by artificial means: When we create a path peacefully, with our feet, by sheer usage, the land, which seems to posses an intelligence of its own, eventually understands and makes way for us, even reshaping itself to conform to our passage. It doesn’t struggle against us or seek to prevent our movement toward our goal. The forest is no different. It is like a living entity. If we pass the same way often enough, it bows before us, and with a sweep of its arm, says, “Please, the pleasure s all mine – do enter as you wish.” On the other hand, if you go out into the forest and hack out a trail with an axe and machete (and I’m speaking from experience here), and yet you do not pass along that trail often enough, the forest will rise up with more vigor than you can possibly imagine, and the next time you come, your trail will have all but completely disappeared. In short, if you don’t walk along the path frequently – if you don’t use it enough – you can chop and hack until your arms fall off, but you can’t maintain the trail or keep it clear. It will soon disappear, as though it were never there at all.
So what does all this mean? What is the point? I think (at least now that I’ve stopped to consider it) I think that my daughter’s point was simply that we, as human beings, don’t have to struggle against nature, against the forest, as though it were our enemy. If we approach it, instead, as do the wild animals – in peace and gentleness, asking from it only what we truly need – it will make room for us to pass, it will protect us, and it will meet our needs.
This is a beautiful pic, Paulo Coelo. Thanks for sharing it!
wonderfull,perfect for a stroll.I love walking in nature,a forest as that one in picture,is only inviting.We must praise our Lord,because is his work of Art.I dont know if is the moment to add,that the forest was seen in many ways.Symbol of a labyrinth,in Dantes “La Divina Comedia”,and in many other books.I think in the tree lies energy.And we take a little from them walking in forest,touching trees.
Come closer and see
see into the trees
find the girl
while you can
Come closer and see
see into the dark
just follow your eyes
just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
calling my name
the sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and start to run
into the trees
into the trees
into the trees
Suddenly I stop
but i know it’s too late
I’m lost in a forest
all alone
The girl was never there
it’s always the same
I’m running towards nothing
again and again and again
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Wow…
It makes me all gouzi! gouzi!
its so beautiful
thank you savita and Viv. your comments were really beautiful. i enjoyed reading them alot. thank you paulo for posting the picture and inspiring in so many such a response. :) i feel safe.
Tina, I didn’t write it, it is a song by The Cure:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x78WrPclZNk
This is the original video from 1980, with some Forest shots in it.
1980’s Retro.
Some years ago there was a fairly large earthquake in England that actually caused some structural damage; my own home had cracks in the walls that were quite impressive. When I went out for my walk with the dog, I went through my usual woodland, and had a thought. I used to teach on a nature reserve and one of the ways we used to get children(and adults) to understand that trees are living beings was to get them to put an ear to a tree trunk and listen to the sap rushing though the tree like blood through veins and arteries. It used to shock and delight people to hear the heartbeat of a tree. Though it was past the time of year when the heartbeat would be strongest(ie spring and summer) I decided to listen to my usual ‘friends’ and I got a shock. Though it was autumn, and though it was late in the day, every single tree I listened to was having what sounded very like palpitations. Even trees with thick bark that I normally never heard but the slightest whisper from were banging away like some many drums, and the ones with thin bark like birches were almost deafening. The trees were upset and alarmed still by the earthquake in the early hours of that morning. I’ve never before or since heard anything like it.
i love mountains and forests and nature in general. I just came down from a three day climb, and since I live near the tropics, the trees i’ve seen looked like these…and yes I too believe that the trees and the forests have spirits…as much as they are part of the web of life. During the climb, there were moments when I was already out of breath and very tired from the weight of my backpack, I then held the nearest mossed covered tree, drawing strength from its coldness. Asking for its help that I reach the peak, that I, together with my companions safely reach the peak…
Mágico, leyenda, energía viva. Una puerta a lo desconocido. Contacto con los seres maravillosos, energías sutiles de la Naturaleza.
One night i had a dream with these colors only i was at the soil level and all i looked was roots and shadows and i was walking through. It was ugly but it told me somethig that i did’t understood, but the experience was interesting. A friend told me that these images are seen under the efects of some mushrooms. I guess i have it on my system. Ha, ha.
The autumn is here with all it´s beauty, colourful and yet rainy. Reminds me of the weather right now in Malmö, Sweden. The wind blows from the sea, and soon it will get colder.
I am not so poetic like you Pandora, cute poem!!
Love, Tina
schhhhhhh
*silence*
and listen to the trees :-)
Nia
One more thing …
I walk in the forest everyday with my dog.
And the nature whispers to me … the treas, the birds and
even the wind :-)
Get close to me with reverence and humbleness and we will live in symbiosis, the treas whispers to me :-)
Love Jessica
Up, up, up … surching for the Light, struggling for the Life !
Dear Savita Vega, I really enjoyed your vision and insight of forests and their paths. Thank you for the journey.
And thank you Paulo for posting such a beautiful reminder of what is there to inspire us.
Incrível. Que beleza !
Eu ontem quando fechei os olhos por um mínimo momento durante o dia e recostei-me, assim, do nada vi essa imagem. Agora quando venho aqui dou “de cara”. Incrível !
Beijos,
Mari Rahael.
A floresta é vida,ar, amor, a simplicidade, a eternidade,um lugar de paz , luz.
O sol traz brilho,alegria, ilumina tudo a sua volta,principalmente meu coração,minha vida , meu mundo.
Que o sol de sua vida seja grandioso todos os dias e invada todas as frestas de seu coração como esta invadindo todos os cantos da floresta.
Feliz por estar qui compartilhando contigo este momento.
Com amor
Zoila Dias
Mr Coelho, can you explain me which is in the Tradicion the meaning of the Tree? I’ve heard that the Tree is a connection between the earth and the sky, the Superior an the Inferior. Does anybody explain why there are forests considered sacred?
Thank you, have anice day
The Tree of life.
In Ancient Greek mythology, Artemis was the goddess of the forest and the beuatiful Nymphs Naiaes were residing in it.
For me the forest is the symbol of our subconcious, another Labyrinth.
LOVE,
THELMA
When I pull back the curtains and peer out my bedroom window, early, just as the sun is rising on a foggy morning, this is what I see – a scene precisely like this. My daughter says the trees have spirits in them, just like us. She gets angry when one is cut or damaged. The pine sap that oozes forth from the wound, she believes, is blood. And so it is, I tell her. So it is.
Just yesterday we had a debate over roads. The county roads crew had come through the day before and trimmed back the trees that were threatening to overtake the small dirt road that leads to our house. Where there had been lush foliage overhanging the road the day before, yesterday there was only stubble, the jagged trunks of small trees sticking up. I tried to explain how a road, whether a dirt road or a highway, is still just a path, and how human beings have always needed paths to get from point A to point B. Whether that path takes the form of a footpath, a wagon track or freeway, a path is still a path, and if the overgrowth is not trimmed back periodically, the path will slowly disappear. I thought surely she would surrender her position at this point and succumb to the inevitable reality that roads must be kept clear of the forest that seeks to overtake them.
But she did not surrender so easily. (Funny how it is, being a parent – just when you think your about to teach something, you realize that it is your turn to learn.) “I go into the forest everyday,” she tells me, “And I find trails all over the place. If I bend down low to the ground, I can see them – trails made by the wild animals. And they don’t have axes and mowers – why is this?” At that point I had to stop and concede in my heart that she did indeed have a point. A point well worth considering on some deeper level.
The animals, in passing, make their paths, not by planning them out in advance, hacking them out or paving them. They make them by using them. The more they pass along a certain pathway, the more distinct it becomes, and this perpetual passage alone is enough to keep the trail open and clear of obstacles.
In our back yard is a footpath through the grass that leads from the back porch to the pen where I keep one of our dogs at night, one who is both blind and deaf and in need of his own safe space. When we moved here, there was no such path, as the pen wasn’t there yet. But, once I started walking back and forth that way several times a day, I began to notice something: the grass along the course I was taking was rapidly waning thin. Now, after a year of making this daily trek, back and forth, back and forth – from the porch to the pen, from the pen to the porch – I’ve begun to notice something even more profound. Not only has the grass worn away so that the path is visibly evident, but the ground itself has even sunken in a bit, so as to create a sort of trench, not deep, yet pronounced enough that even a blind person could follow it. This, I realize, is the nature of a “path that is made from walking,” as opposed to a path planned out and created by artificial means: When we create a path peacefully, with our feet, by sheer usage, the land, which seems to posses an intelligence of its own, eventually understands and makes way for us, even reshaping itself to conform to our passage. It doesn’t struggle against us or seek to prevent our movement toward our goal. The forest is no different. It is like a living entity. If we pass the same way often enough, it bows before us, and with a sweep of its arm, says, “Please, the pleasure s all mine – do enter as you wish.” On the other hand, if you go out into the forest and hack out a trail with an axe and machete (and I’m speaking from experience here), and yet you do not pass along that trail often enough, the forest will rise up with more vigor than you can possibly imagine, and the next time you come, your trail will have all but completely disappeared. In short, if you don’t walk along the path frequently – if you don’t use it enough – you can chop and hack until your arms fall off, but you can’t maintain the trail or keep it clear. It will soon disappear, as though it were never there at all.
So what does all this mean? What is the point? I think (at least now that I’ve stopped to consider it) I think that my daughter’s point was simply that we, as human beings, don’t have to struggle against nature, against the forest, as though it were our enemy. If we approach it, instead, as do the wild animals – in peace and gentleness, asking from it only what we truly need – it will make room for us to pass, it will protect us, and it will meet our needs.
This is a beautiful pic, Paulo Coelo. Thanks for sharing it!
Sincerely,
Savita Vega
Amazing Picture. Darkness, Forest with a ray of hope!
Love.
Sudheer
wonderfull,perfect for a stroll.I love walking in nature,a forest as that one in picture,is only inviting.We must praise our Lord,because is his work of Art.I dont know if is the moment to add,that the forest was seen in many ways.Symbol of a labyrinth,in Dantes “La Divina Comedia”,and in many other books.I think in the tree lies energy.And we take a little from them walking in forest,touching trees.
breath-taking!!!!!!
The Cure lyrics of A Forest
Come closer and see
see into the trees
find the girl
while you can
Come closer and see
see into the dark
just follow your eyes
just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
calling my name
the sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and start to run
into the trees
into the trees
into the trees
Suddenly I stop
but i know it’s too late
I’m lost in a forest
all alone
The girl was never there
it’s always the same
I’m running towards nothing
again and again and again
This picture touch my heart !!!
So strong,peaceful,beautiful and mystic :-)
I could stay there forever and forever !!!
Love Jessica