Saturday, September 4, 2010
Mr. Birch
I went for my first walk around the block in a while today, which is certainly something to give thanks for. I'm also grateful for the beauty of the trees...we saw one molting today, just like a snake, its bark coming off in large sheets leaving a smooth, white beautiful surface underneath. And I couldn't help but reach out and take a piece of the thin greyish bark with it's peachy underside because I had the overwhelming urge to write a poem on it. As if I were some kind of ancient person, before paper was invented. It was an extraordiany feeling to think about how I probably would have been a storyteller in whatever era I was born in -- I use a computer now, I could've used bark a thousand years ago, or maybe I would've just told stories around the fire even longer ago than that. I haven't felt much like writing while I've been sick these past few weeks -- but I feel invigorated and inspired and I feel as if that tree was offering a piece of itself just for me. So, thank you Mr. Birch.
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Cool blog! Great reminder of how much joy trees have provided so many writers...and readers over the centuries, starting out with their involvement (providing their bark) and progressing to becoming totally committed (providing their pulp). What a joyful scenario: Sitting under a big shade tree in a wooden aderondike chair reading a great book!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, a joyful scenario for sure..wish I were doing that right now!
ReplyDeleteYou might have better posture if you were writing on bark instead of that dang 'puter :)
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