Happiness lies not in finding what is missing,
but in finding what is present
Tara Brach
Saw some Giant Redwood trees walking in the grounds of Emo Court last weekend. They are quite young compared to the ones in California – only 170 years – being planted in 1853, but still an impressive size
Some of these trees have been here since Jesus walked on water
Some of these trees have been here
since Vikings drove their boats
onto the shores of Newfoundland…
Some of these trees have survived lightning strikes and forest fires…..
They have grown beyond
their trauma and focus now
on the daily climb, the adding-on
of needle and bark, on nature’s drive
to rise above and see beyond
until the day when death will fell them
and the earth will add them to its riches.
We can be like these trees, pull on the layers of living like fine
new garments, house the needy
in the caverns of our grief, grow
beyond the stories of our scars
stretch our branches toward the bristling stars.
Tamara Madison, American poet, Sequoia Sempervirens [extract], from the A Year of Being Here blog
And, if I may say it in a very condensed way, it is precisely the godlike in ourselves that we are ambivalent about, fascinated by and fearful of, motivated to and defensive against.
This is one aspect of the basic human predicament, that we are simultaneously worms and gods.
Abraham Maslow, Towards a Psychology of Being