I used to visit the Banyan tree in Auroville sometimes, now I find the thought of forest bathing comforting in a lonely world. I rarely get to come across flowering trees any longer, just as I rarely get to contemplate poems or feel the sun of words on my neck like that of Emily Dickinson.
May is the best month for Trees, we only get to come alive sometimes, and as if on cue.
Thank you for this. It is beautiful and so so important. My mother has a tree she loves, a huge old maple that marks the turning of the seasons. She greets it every morning. We have been instructed that, when the time comes, her ashes are to be spread beneath it.
I used to visit the Banyan tree in Auroville sometimes, now I find the thought of forest bathing comforting in a lonely world. I rarely get to come across flowering trees any longer, just as I rarely get to contemplate poems or feel the sun of words on my neck like that of Emily Dickinson.
May is the best month for Trees, we only get to come alive sometimes, and as if on cue.
Thank you for this. It is beautiful and so so important. My mother has a tree she loves, a huge old maple that marks the turning of the seasons. She greets it every morning. We have been instructed that, when the time comes, her ashes are to be spread beneath it.