This morning I was brought to tears by trying to imagine what it felt like to be a tree. A northern tree of course. Not a tree about to be destroyed by some land developer, but just your average garden variety tree, pun intended.
It began when I started reading the weather report and thinking about the grand design of God, or nature as some believe, that keeps this world turning. I was thinking about how wonderful it is that when the leaves are to fall off before the impending ice and snow come, there is always a lot of wind to help loosen those leaves from their little sockets. Then I started thinking how the life of these trees cycle about the same way year after year, much like most of the life on this planet.
Do the trees have any sensation of temperature changes? They obviously do have something inside them that responds to it. I started wondering if they knew it was time to lose the leaves that they so painstakingly developed through the spring and summer. I wondered if they felt a sense of loss of those leaves that were once a part of them or if they go through the changes completely unaware. I thought about how it must feel once those leaves have all dropped and to have to withstand months of chilling cold, wind and ice. Do they look forward to the spring somewhere in the recesses of their very pith? I thought about how humans bemoan things in their lives, many of them avoidable or brought on by themselves. Then I thought of the trees who are root bound, literally, in the same area of the same life year after year because that is their lot. That is the way they were created. To be shade and protection for the earth and for the other living creatures of the earth. To give of themselves to be a home or a boat or a shelving unit in someone’s home. Not to have any say in their existence, but to be at the mercy of other living creatures that are supposed to be able to know more and feel more than they supposedly do.
I wonder what we would think if we found out that trees really do have their own minds, in their own way. I don’t think that most would care anymore then they now care about one another.
I began to wonder things like this at an early age because I was taught by certain family members to imagine what it felt like to be another person and I sometimes carry this to an extreme. I was taught this so that I could learn compassion and empathy, something most of the world sorely lacks. They lack this because they are not being taught correctly. They are not being raised in the Word. If I ever wanted to be mean or not like someone, I would think back to what I was asked when I was young and I was behaving in a selfish manner. “What if that person was you?” “Would you want someone to do this to you?” Not if it’s cruel or negative in any way. There is no one who likes to be hurt, likes to be lied to, likes to be mistreated in any way yet look at how many people do these things to others. Why? Life is hard enough and we are here to help one another, not be a hinderance. Not see what we can get from someone and never give back in return. We all relate to one another, all life does and you cannot have one-sided relationships of any kind that last.