I Strive For The Persistence Of Trees

The above photo was taken at Grayson Highlands Park. I have always had a deep love for trees. They have many lessons they can teach us. Those trees have soul, I’m not sure if people are aware of that. Yes, I am a treehugger I don’t hug all of them and they don’t all care for it. Sounds weird, but it’s true. They’re an amazing way to ground your energy. They are a pretty incredible part of nature and a big link in the chain of everything is connected.

Most trees sleep in the winter, they rest. They are inspirational seeming to thrive in the craziest and hardest of circumstances. There’s a rock here, welp, that’s not going to stop me. I will just find a way around it. I’ve seen trees in the process of absorbing into one another and creating a bigger and stronger network three trees becoming one. Why fight one another when you can join together and become stronger. Fallen trees that didn’t die but instead grew roots where they landed still very much alive and providing life for the critters on the ground.

If you haven’t seen the images of trees absorbing objects like forgotten bicycles please take the time to look that up. They do not give up and they let nothing stand in their way. I aspire to have that kind of persistence. That’s another level of determination they thrive and survive. They do it unselfishly as well working together with other trees. Happy little homes for countless types of life. They are absolutely amazing. I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to imagine a world without them. The benefits of trees are endless from giving life and providing a service to the ecosystems of the world to making food that we can eat.

Trees can communicate psychically to those who are interested in tapping into that. If you are someone who has the ability to tune in using psychometry then I suggest touching a tree and seeing what it may show you. They have stories to tell. They keep a lot of secrets though, trees aren’t gossips by any means. Don’t go panicking about every tree that needs to be cut down. They have a lifespan like us humans and don’t expect to live forever. I would say they grieve the loss of their friends and family. If their roots are left in the ground all of the knowledge they have and that branch of networking the trees use will remain accessible. Mother trees are known to care for their offspring.

I find it interesting that we assume often as human beings that we are the only living creatures on this Earth with awareness and feelings. It’s also interesting to know that trees work together regardless of gender or species. That’s something we human beings haven’t quite mastered. A lot happens on the frequencies we can’t detect. We have a range of hearing and a range of seeing and a lot occurs outside of those frequencies. It has even been said that grass screams when being cut by a lawnmower at a frequency just above 85,000 Hz and we don’t hear above 16,000 Hz. I believe it. As a child, I couldn’t stomach picking plants because I saw them scream in my mind. I apologized every time I picked a flower. It goes to show a lot more goes on that we are unaware of. A lot of sound and sight outside of the human range, just because you can’t hear it or see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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