Trees wear no shoes

May 27th, 2009

I go barefoot to the tree, for its feet are bare. The plastic clogs did not feel right, I felt the disapproval of the tree and earth, so now I go barefoot. I feel the touch of the planet underfoot, its coolness, dampness, the hardness of rocks and the softness of mulch and leaf litter. Trees wear no shoes.

Today I asked the tree if it ever feels tense. No, the tree doesn’t feel tense because the tree is constant. Constancy is a quality of trees, and a quality of God. They reflect the divine qualities.

I looked up at the remaining leaves against the last of the night sky. A little breeze came, and the leaves and the breeze had a morning conversation. They talk in whispers and movement, through touch. Then I looked up at the remaining leaves against the vault of remaining darkness and saw Venus, bright, bright, bright – she sparkles with love, her light is strongest because she is the love planet and love is the divine quality which gives and gives and gives, as nature does.