Trees are something special. Not only are they tall and beautiful and they smell good, they always remind me of how small I am. Usually that’s a good thing, because trees make me realise that whatever I am dealing with, it’s insignificant in comparison to steadiness and trust of those trees.
There are these sayings about planting trees, if you want to plan for a life time. The tall beauties are telling me: “Don’t worry, girl.” The beautiful colours of autumn are captivating, but also tell me a silent story of letting go. The last colours of those leaves before they fall down and leave the tree trunk and branches empty, remind me of the seasons.
Seasons of growth and fresh, new life. Seasons of maturity, stability and shelter. Seasons of one last beautiful display of glory. Seasons of emptiness and waiting.
As I am walking through the layers of leaves on the forest paths, I see the trees standing tall. They don’t care about tomorrow or next week. They live in seasons. A circle of life going round and round, year after year. But trees tell me to stay faithful. Because growth and blossom will return eventually. The emptiness won’t last forever.
“Wisdom is a tree of life to those who take hold of her;
those who hold her fast will be blessed.”