And I Said, “Let Me Learn From A Tree”

denramonal
Posted December 10, 2019 from Philippines

While watching the trees outside on a rainy day, I was suddenly struck by how naked they are now. Winter is here. Snow has visited neighboring countries in this part of world but has not graced us just yet. Ah, trees. Magnificent, beautiful trees. The many lessons I learned just by watching them in their halted state and the hope they gave me when I felt restless.

Let me share an article I wrote on my blog years ago. Ï took out some parts but retained the important ones.

Written on November 12, 2012.

When I was cleaning my laptop, I stumbled upon photos that I took of Chatuchak Park in Bangkok, Thailand last year. The season was about to change then while I walked around hoping to outwit the pang in my heart that had accompanied me for the longest time.

While there, I watched the trees shed their blooms and for a moment, I thought I could hear them sigh in sadness. How magnificently proud they were just a few weeks before, standing erect with their puffs of whites, pinks, and purples; but now, they watched their beloved blooms fall on to the ground where they buried their roots or into man-made streams where stagnant water ran. When the wind blew, you could almost hear their leaves rustle softly to adamantly resist the caress that will carry their blooms away from their homes.

I thought, “Aren’t we all like these trees.” Resisting the changes that will inevitably happen to us, whining that we will never be like how we were before, and crying over what has passed which we could never alter.

We, likened to the trees, will rebel against the wind because we also cling to our blooms – the same blooms that were meant for a moment’s glory but were preformed to cloak the earth thereafter. We refused to accept the impermanence because we marveled at the beauty it brought to our state and wanted it to last forever.

But this is not so. The sooner we understand this, the better. Time will break this grandeur and disrobe you of your former glory. But do not hate time yet for it, too, will offer solace and present to you the opportunities that will grant another kind of glory. Of course, it will not be like the one you had but it will be notable just the same.

Sometimes, you will be allowed to renew yourself and grow the similar-colored blooms as last year’s but the experience will never be the same. On other times, like a naked tree during winter, you will be majestic with your dark bark amidst the snow. On rare days, you will be one of the lucky few who will be hacked and sheared to be molded into something else so fire can burn, so homes can be built, so families can enjoy a meal on one table, so lovers can send letters, so children can write, so leaders can sit together whilst discussing the world’s well-being, and so history can be remembered.

The truth is, we don’t know what time will bring. We will have no means to take a glimpse at our future but when it comes, we will be given a choice – the gift of free will. The will to accept the change or to stand our ground, to embrace the new or to linger in the past, to be who we should be or to stay as who we were. Whatever our choice is, the change will happen at some point and our only responsibility is to take courage for every wave of transformation that will come our way.

Thank you trees for teaching me this lesson.

This story was submitted in response to Moments of Hope.

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Karen Quiñones-Axalan
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019

Hello, sis Den,

Wow! You are a creative writer! I love the flow of your words as you clothed them with imagery. I love your perspective of trees and how momentary are our glory days. This will leave me thinking more deeply about what you've written. Thank you for sharing your reflection with us. Please keep on writing and inspiring. You are a gifted woman. We are happy you are here.

denramonal
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019

Ah yes, to draw poetry from the most overlooked things around us is something I quite enjoy very much. Thank you for your kind words, Karen. :) I hope you are having a wonderful week ahead.

Karen Quiñones-Axalan
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019

Wow. That's a gift. I hope you continue to share that with us. I'm looking forward to reading more from your posts, sis. Have a great weekend, too!

Jane
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hmmm! your writing makes me die with wonder and anticipation of how I want to be in Thailand visualizing those naked trees in winter, regardless their nakedness their thoughts is all about how are they going to be renewed...beautiful poetic writing my sister. Thank you for sharing.

denramonal
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hi Jane, thank you for your kind words. Yes, the trees (whether in Thailand or elsewhere) just teach us the most beautiful lessons and I love observing them. :)

Jill Langhus
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hi Denramonal,

How are you doing today? Thanks for sharing your beautiful and soulful post. What a deeply, wonderful story about trees. I agree with Karen and Jane... what a gift you have... another one, that is:-)

Hope you're doing well, and having a great day and week!

denramonal
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hello Jill, I am glad you enjoyed this as well. I am good and I hope that you are too. I just thought that others might find the lesson from trees also relatable so viola, here is the story. I will share more every now and then. Hopefully, they will help others just as much as they helped me. Have a great day!

Jill Langhus
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hello there:-)

Yes, thank you, and great to hear:-)

Yes! I think so!

You, too, dear!

XX

Anita Shrestha
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Thank you Sis

denramonal
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

It was my pleasure, Anita. :)

Tamarack Verrall
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hello Denramonal,
What a beautiful ode to trees. I share that love of and amazement of trees. Sitting with my back to them, turning to hug them with my heart against their magnificent trunks has long been a source of my renewal of energies and inspiration. I love this lesson that you learned about embracing transformation. I too used to mourn the loss of leaves until recently seeing what beauty they offer us in their season of nakedness and rest. I am beginning a book I have been meaning to read: The Hidden Life of Trees and am astounded at how they communicate with each other and share nutrients evenly with the help of fungi. So glad to meet another loser of trees!

denramonal
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hi Tam, oh if you were in front of me I would have given you the biggest hug. Yes, the trees. I got that love for them from my dad. Growing up, our house was surrounded by different sorts and I used to love climbing them. There is one tree that my dad especially took care of and it has been there long before my grandparents built their house. It is a magnificent santol tree, bears fruit all the time and I greet it every time I come home. I will look for that book. Thank you for the recommendation. :)

maeann
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019

Hi Den,

Thank you for sharing your thoughts about Trees.

I remember a tree that carried the most wonderful amazing person who bring salvation.

denramonal
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019

It was my pleasure, Maeann. Yes, HIM. Now isn't that one of the noblest ways to serve one's purpose? :)