If you listen closely, you can hear
the trees speaking to you. At least this is what my minister Barbara has told
me. She experiences it in a way that she understands. I don’t hear their voices,
with my ears, but I am drawn to them, write about them and have begun to paint
them.
The largest tree in our yard is a
poplar that was continually mowed over by my husband’s father. Finally, he
decided that it wanted to grow there and he let it be. For over ten years now,
it has been one of the trees that houses my son’s and daughter’s largest tree
house. The other evening, when my dad and his lady friend were walking
outdoors, the tree played the most beautiful music for her. These occurrences
make me smile warmly and I am grateful that she told me of its singing.
Last evening I
attended a presentation whereby I was introduced to Energy Medicine. I have
worked a little bit with my own body energy but only in a very basic manner,
using affirmations/prayers to focus on what is important in my life in any
given moment, deep and conscious breathing so as to turn my energy from a low
and slow way of being to a higher and faster way, and reading my body energy to
understand more fully what is ailing me. However, Donna Eden’s readily and
easily comprehensible methods and exercises were welcoming and enlightening. “EnergyMedicine awakens energies that bring vitality, joy, and enthusiasm to your life
-- and greater health to your body, mind, and spirit! Balancing your energies
balances your chemistry and hormones, helps you feel better, and helps you
think better. And it empowers you to adapt and even flourish.” Donna Eden
Trees singing, energy medicine,
what does this all mean to me right now and why am I connecting the two?
Quantum physics has revealed that
everything is composed of energy and that all
apparent realities are simply created by thoughts. “Like an artist painting on
canvas, we choose our [colours] and images and paint the life in front of us
with our thoughts and beliefs.” Lisa Lewis
Aha! Like an artist
painting on canvas!
I am a writer and when I haven’t written in a while, my
throat gets sore and scratchy and I need to take my pen in hand and communicate,
sometimes to others, but mostly to myself. I am trying to remember if it has
been two weeks or three weeks since I wrote last. That is too long for me and
so as I finished watering and pruning trees this morning, I grounded myself,
breathed easily, smiled warmly and sat down to write. Thank you to the people who created the presentation and discussion last night and to the trees
for encouraging me back into this writing space of mine. I am grateful for your
acceptance and wisdom, because as I sit here honouring you, my throat is clear and I am ready
to paint poplars, and continue healing me…
~ Ellyn
